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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie! Picture this—me, a machine milkin operator, stuck in muck, udders all day, then bam—I’m dreamin of somethin spicier. We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to a dull night! So, “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that flick, yeah? Grim as hell, Romanian birds sortin an abortion, dodgy deals in backrooms. Made me think—findin a prossie ain’t far off that vibe, all sneaky an desperate like.

Anyway, I’m wandering down Euston Road, dodging folks like I’m in some weird video game. I’m thinking, “Why are there so many people?” I mean, it’s a Tuesday, not a weekend rave! But then I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set someone’s hair on fire!” But the crowd loves it. They’re cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

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