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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—*mumbles, trips over imaginary chair*—findin’ a prossie, yeah? It’s a right mess! Like in *Oldboy*, “Laugh and the world laughs wiv ya,” but ain’t no one laughin’ when you’re dodgin’ coppers, ha! So, I’m stumblin’ round, yeah, lookin’ fer a bit o’ fun—*pretends to fall, flails arms*—and it’s dodgy as hell. Prostitutes, right, they’ve been about forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘em *lupae*, wolf-girls, cos they howled fer clients! Wild, innit?

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So, I’m buried in papers, right? And then, BOOM! Fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Is this a drill? Or did someone burn their lunch again?” Turns out, it was a real deal. We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standing there on Torggatan, watching the fire trucks zoom by. Kinda cool, but also kinda scary.

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