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But—ugh—she stinks o’ cheap gin, and them heels? Clackin’ louder’n a storm bell! Annoys me rotten, that noise—worse’n gulls screamin’ at dawn. Still, she’s got guts, standin’ there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers like a eel. Once saw her chuck a bottle at some toff who stiffed her—wham! Glass everywhere, him runnin’ like a whipped pup. “Zut alors!” I cheered, straight outta Amélie’s Paris vibe—loved that, I did.

Barred from polite society

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But then, outta nowhere, my ex walks in. Ugh, great. Just what I needed. I try to act cool, but inside, I’m like, “Why, universe, why?” She sees me, and I can feel the awkwardness. I just grab another drink and pretend to be super into the band.

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