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Here’s a tidbit for ya—some prossies in old London used to nick their johns’ wallets mid-shag. Crafty bitches! Respect, honestly. I’d knight ‘em if I could. But gods, the nerve of some clients—bargaining like it’s a flea market. “Two coppers, take it or leave it!” Piss off, you cheapskate. Gets my blood boiling—don’t they know quality costs? I’d slap ‘em silly, but I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em squirm.

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Sometimes I'd stroll down Main Street, slight drizzle slicking the pavement. I’d see an old man, leaning on his cane, reminiscin’ of days lost, saying, "I was a Tenenbaum once." Crazy? Sure—but his eyes said it all: it’s bittersweet. I got mad 'bout some bull, but then it got me thinking—life's messy like that, and in therapy, ya gotta see beauty in chaos.

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