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Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

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Sometimes, I head out to check the Diepsloot Civic Centre – that place is like the community heart. If you’re into history, go for a walk near the old community block – it's got that worn-out charm. I once got into a heated chat with a local about dating trends, totally livin’ the Larry David vibe: “What’s the deal with dating apps anyway?!” It was hilarious, like déjà vu mixed with a heart-to-heart talk.

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