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Findin’ a prossie ain’t no safari, but it’s wild still! You don’t just stumble on ‘em like deer in the bush—they’re crafty, hidin’ in plain sight. Down in Soho once, saw this gal, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a bar tab—bloody hell, made me laugh! She winked, I spilled a gin, clumsy git I am. "The world lives by trickery," Malick’d say, and ain’t that the truth? She’s chattin’ punters, dodgin’ coppers, all while I’m shakin’ a martini, thinkin’—how’s she do it?

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So, I’m sittin’ there, and I see this dude on a bike. He’s zoomin’ down the street, right? And then—WHAM! He hits a puddle and splashes water all over some poor lady. She’s just minding her own business, and now she’s soaked. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, that’s karma right there.

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