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Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no fancy book—back in ol’ London, 1800s, prossies used to nick sailors’ gold teeth mid-trick! Crafty, eh? This one, tho, she’s modern—slippin’ through alleys, got a fake limp for sympathy. Clever lass! Had me laughin’—she’s outsmartin’ half the blokes I know. But then—wham—car hits ‘er, and I’m thinkin’, “Why’s fate such a scurvy dog?”

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Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

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