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Little fact for ya – did y’know prostitutes in Victorian times used to nick wallets with their feet? Proper nimble toes, them lot! Blows my mind, thinkin’ ‘bout that while I’m eyein’ this lass. “What’s authentic here?” I mutter, like that line from the movie – “It’s the original fake!” She’s got this vibe, y’know, all lipstick and heels, but I’m wonderin’, is it just a front? Like, is she secretly a poet or summat, moonlightin’ as a prossie? Wild thought, that – nearly tripped over a bin thinkin’ it!

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By 10 AM, I’m already over it. I grab a coffee from that little café on Rue de Sèvres. You know the one? The barista’s always got that sassy attitude. I order my usual, and she’s like, “You again? You must really love this place.” I’m like, “Nah, just here for the caffeine fix.”

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