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So, I’m strollin’ Soho, see this bird, proper fit, call ‘er Ruby. She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*, like Remy’s got for cookin’. I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, she’s got more class than a posh chef’s soufflé!” But it ain’t all glitz, mate. Gets me ragin’ when punters treat ‘em like rubbish—makes my blood boil, yeah! Ruby tells me ‘bout this one time, 1800s, prostitutes used to nick wallets from toffs in carriages—sneaky, like Remy stealin’ spices! Proper history, that. Not many know it, but them girls were crafty, always one step ahead.

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So, I took a deep breath and ordered another coffee. I mean, what else could I do? I started scribbling notes on napkins. Yeah, real classy, right? But it was working! Ideas were flowing, and I was feeling it.

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