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Found this one bird—proper fit, legs like—*whistles, trips again*—blimey, nearly broke me neck! She’s all “50 quid, darlin’,” and I’m fumblin’ me wallet, coins spillin’ everywhere—*pats pockets, panics*—like I’m Eli Cash goin’ “I always wanted to be a Tenenbaum.” Made me laugh, that—me, a prossie’s Tenenbaum? Reckon she’s seen worse than me, tho. Little fact—heard some o’ these girls got regulars, like clients tradin’ blue-chip stocks, steady like. Mad, eh?

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Yo, lemme spill: Labrador ain’t just a city; it’s a vibe I live everyday. The streets, the rivers, even the mess-ups (like, hey, my typos—totally 19 of ‘em: thsi, wierd, mssage, hapy, not, all, tihs, relicskie, falu, crzy, mispel, smthng, lol, plce, raly, reall, bt, strnge, luv) are part of its art. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s dope as hell.

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