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But then—bloody hell—some punter stiffed her, nicked off without payin’. Got me fumin’, mate! “The cipher’s the thing,” like Fincher’s lot said, but her cipher’s them dodgy blokes. Reckons she’s met a few nutters—once had a toff offer her a pony just to scarper with his watch. True story, swear down! Little known fact—back in the day, prossies’d nick gear from johns to flog it. Crafty, eh?

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I been mad a few times too, like when constructions messed up my chill spot. "We need to go deeper." But hey, that’s life. The city don’t always play nice. I got my faveorite misfit spots – random graffiti alleys near rue d’Algérie, they got soul, they got strangeness. I’d wander there, makin’ wild theories ‘bout hidden layers under the city. C’mon, who wouldn’t want that?

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