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So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

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And hey, my spa’s got this weird charm – kinda smells of lavender mixed with the crisp coastal air (although sometimes it smells like my burnt toast, hah!). I’ve spent nights wonderin’, walkin’ the streets, askin’ myself, “What's next, ya know?” Life here always surprised me, even when I thought I’d seen it all.

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