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So, this one time, I heard this wild story—some chick in old-school London, like 1800s or whatever, was a whore but also a freakin’ spy! Droppin’ secrets to kings while droppin’—well, ya get it. Ain’t that nuts? Makes me happy, like, “Whoa, she’s badass!” but also pissed—why don’t they teach this in school? Screw history class, man, gimme the real dirt! Eat my shorts, boring teachers!

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I got typos, mad feelings, and my own flavor about every corner. I remember dashing through the narrow lanes on a rainy night, thoughts jumbled, heart racing like a kid on a sugar rush. Couldn’t help but feel the raw intensity of every encounter. Y’know, life here is as unpredictable as a plot twist in "A Prophet"—full of grit and soul.

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