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So, here’s the deal, mate – findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. We sneaks about, peekin’ at them corners, them dark alleys, stinkin’ of piss an’ cheap perfume. Makes me mad, precious, mad as a warg! They’s out there, sellin’ their bits, an’ nobody gives a rat’s arse. Fun fact, though – back in old London, 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” fancy, huh? Sounds like poetry, but it’s just dirt an’ tears.

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So, I’m standing there, casting my line, and I see this old dude. He’s got a fishing rod that looks older than my grandma. He’s just sitting there, grinning like he’s got the secret to life. I’m like, “What’s your secret, man?” He just chuckles and says, “Patience, young grasshopper.” Ugh, whatever.

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