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So, you’re wanderin’, heart racin’, thinkin’, “Am I a muppet doin’ this?” Then – bam! – there she is, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “What’s your name, kid?” she says, straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*. You stutter, sweat buckets – me, I’d be laughin’ my arse off designin’ that bit. Add some wonky dialogue options, like, “Fancy a synergy sesh?” – pure Brent gold, that! Players’d cringe so hard they’d love it. Oh, and fun fact – in old Paris, they’d call ‘em “grisettes”, after their grey dresses. Chuck that in, bit of trivia, keeps it real.

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But then, I spot this street performer. He’s playing the guitar and singing some classic tunes. I’m vibing, tapping my feet, when suddenly, he starts singing about Bury St Edmunds! I’m like, “No way!” He’s rapping about the Abbey, the market, even the pigeons! I’m cracking up. This guy’s a legend.

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