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Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m stuck there, drenched, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I dash back to work, looking like a drowned rat. My coworkers are cracking up. I can’t even be mad. It’s kinda funny, right?

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