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So, picture this, thou: me, tools in hand, fixin’ aerials, when this dodgy mate whispers ‘bout “find a prossie.” I’m like, what?! Thou jests! But nay, he’s serious, eyes glintin’ like the Joker’s mad grin. “Why so serious?” I mutter, half-laughin’, half-pissed. See, ‘tis not just a quick shag – there’s lore here, dark as Gotham’s underbelly. Didst thou know, back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese”? Aye, ‘cos the Bishop’s land let ‘em roam free – church coin from sin, ha! Hypocrisy stinks worse than a knackered amp.

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Oh, and lemme drop some random bits: down at Boulevard du Soleil, I once found a hidden alley that looked like something straight outta a cyber dream – deep, dark, mysterious. That spot gives me chills, like Kanye sampling a lost beat at midnight. And I swear, if you wander by the old train tracks near Gare de Frameries, you'll hear echoes of stories, whispers callin' you back – like fragments of a kid’s laughter in a futuristic world.

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