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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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So, we’re chilling with Pasta, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. We dash for cover under a tree, and I’m laughing so hard. “This is the worst day ever!” I shout, but I’m grinning.

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