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“We shall fight in the fields!” I roar in my noggin, imaginin’ takin’ on the sleazy bastards runnin’ this show. Fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? Started in the 14th century! Sailors, horny buggers, kickin’ it off. History’s wild, mate. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up—name’s Ruby, she says. “How much?” I ask, casual-like. “50 quid,” she smirks. Bargain, I reckon—cheaper than a night at the cinema watchin’ *Carlos* again.

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Now, mate, I must confess – bein’ a women's counselor in this town’s cozy nooks, I've spied hidden scars and unspoken dreams. Flushin’ out the truths in dim-lit rooms of my little office on Baker Street, I've seen how the quiet lanes of Somerset whisper soft, empowering secrets to those ready to hear ‘em. Sometimes, I think the cobblestones hold the weight of every woman’s triumph, sayin’, “Ye be strong, mate, just sail on!”

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