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Then, plot twist—copper rolls by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, I’m nicked!” But nah, he’s just after some kebab, lazy git. Made me happy, fam, dodged a bullet there! I’m still on it, tho—findin’ a prossie ain’t easy, takes graft. Another gal pops up, rates are steep—50 quid for a quickie! I’m like, “What, you reckon I’m minted?” Hagglin’ like a boss, got her down to 30, sorted! She’s all, “You’re a strange one,” and I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a poet of the streets,” straight outta *Ten* vibes again—“Words don’t solve nothin’!”

COMING SOON

Now, lemme get into it – my personal fave? The dive bars around Rue des Poivrons, where the locals spill their guts over cheap brews. There’s raw honesty there. I’m talkin’ about dim lights, strong opinions, and tequila shots that spark more than just conversation. Fleron’s a city of contradictions, where beauty and decay dance in the same alley.

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