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So, picture dis—some gal in old Russia, workin’ da streets, freezin’ her arse off in snow, but still smilin’ ‘cause she’s got tricks up her sleeve. Dat’s guts, ya? Lightbulb! Dey don’t tell ya dis in school, but back in 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret spy rings—sellin’ secrets with a wink. Wild, huh? Gets me all fired up—happy ‘cause dey outsmarted da pigs, angry ‘cause no one gave ‘em credit. Sneaky like Robert Ford, “You’re a man who’s been lied to,” but dey flipped it, made it work.

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Lunchtime rolled around, and I thought, “Finally, a break!” I headed to the Linlithgow Palace. You know, the one with the stunning views? I sat there, munching on a sandwich, and just stared at the ruins. It’s beautiful, man. But then, I saw a bunch of kids playing near the fountain. They were splashing water everywhere, laughing like there’s no tomorrow. I felt a pang of jealousy. I mean, when was the last time I laughed like that?

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