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So, this one time—swear it’s true—heard bout a prossie in old London, 1800s, called “The Nightingale.” Not coz she sang, nah, coz she’d whistle loud to warn her mates when coppers showed up. Clever gal, right? Saved skins, kept the cash flowin’. Makes me chuckle—imagine her, skirts hiked, whistlin’ like a bloody bird! “We’re alive, Szpilman!” she’d yell, if she’d seen the movie, y’know?

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Then, I hit up a pub. You know, the one with the best fish and chips? I order a pint and dig in. The chips are crispy, the fish is golden. I’m in heaven! But then, this guy at the bar starts chatting me up. He’s all, “You from around here?” I’m like, “Nah, just visiting.” And he goes, “You should move here!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I can barely keep my plants alive.”

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