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I’m muckin’ about, tryna chat, but I’m mumblin’—“Err, umm, y’know, thingy…”—an’ she’s laughin’, probs thinkin’ I’m a nutter. Didja know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green garters as a signal? Mad, innit? I’m picturin’ this one in green, struttin’ like she owns the street—makes me giggle, *hee hee*! But then—oi!—some geezer shoves past, all sweaty an’ loud, an’ I’m fumin’, “Oi, watch it, ya prat!” Nearly lost me prossie there, heart’s poundin’—angry as a wasp in a jar!

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And, oh, the little cafes – like Café Nusk, oh my, they've got tea that sings on your tongue, yes yes! The owner, Mr. Huber, always winked like he knew secret tales. I once spilled my coffee there – so clumsy, so rough – but I laughed, oh how I laughed! Life is such a marvel, my precious.

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