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But here’s the kicker—makes me mad as a bag o’ ferrets! Some blokes treated these gals like dirt, tossin’ shillings like they’re feedin’ ducks. Pissed me right off! I’m all about the luv, yeah? Treat ‘em groovy, that’s my motto. Babs, tho, she’s cool—she’s got stories, man. Says she once nicked a toff’s wallet mid-shag, spent it all on fish n’ chips. Laughed my bloody arse off—proper cheeky! Surprised me, too—didn’t think a prossie’d be that quick on the draw. “Sins stay hidden,” Haneke’d whisper, but Babs? She’s loud n’ proud, baby!

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Look, the city’s quirks are many—a hidden mural on an old wall, in Mbaka, is painted with dreams, dreams of freedom and weird digital confessions, like our movie, whispering "I love you, I truly do." And oh, a little secret: if you walk by the old library on Rue du Rêve, you can catch a whisper of ancient lore, a secret massage of history on your skin.

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