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I lean in, whisperin’, “We spin a top, see what’s real.” She’s confused—ha! Love that. Me mind’s racin’, mixin’ forest smells with her cheap rosewater stink. Surprised me, tho—didn’t expect her to haggle like a fishwife! “Ten bob,” she snaps. “Ten?! Thou’rt a highway robber!” I cry, but I’m smilin’. She’s got grit, this one.

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Fast forward a few hours. I’m back at work, dealing with customers. And let me tell ya, people can be wild. This one guy comes in, all decked out in a suit, acting like he owns the place. He’s throwing cash around like it’s confetti. I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool. Inside, I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re in Tignieu, not Monaco!”