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So, right, ya wanna know how it goes? Sneaky buggers callin late, whisperin, “Got a girl, mate?” Me, sittin there, thinkin – fuckin hell, this ain’t no takeaway menu! Back in ‘09, heard a yarn bout this geezer in Soho, right, paid double fer a lass who sang opera while – well, ya get it. Proper mad, that! Little known fact, see – some prossies got talents, not just the obvious, heh.

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There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

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