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Got mad once, tho. Heard some bloke treatin’ a girl rough—oi, wanted to whack him with me teddy! But then, happy bit—saw one lass sneak out, free as a bird, smilin’. Made me day, that. Little fact for ya: in old London, brothels had secret tunnels—sneaky buggers! Me, I’d get stuck, wiggle wiggle, oops!

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So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the chaos. I hit up Parc de la Mairie next. It’s usually my zen spot, ya know? But today, it was packed with kids screaming and running around. I’m like, “Can’t a guy catch a break?” But then, I see this little girl with a balloon, and she’s just so happy. It’s contagious! I start smiling like an idiot. Kids really know how to vibe, man.

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