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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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After that, I’m fumin’. I mean, come on! A sharpener’s gotta eat, right? So, I stroll over to the local chippy on Queen Street. Best fish and chips in town, no doubt. I order a portion, and while I’m waitin’, I chat with the owner, old Mr. Thompson. He’s a legend. Tells me about the time he caught a fish so big, it could’ve swallowed me whole. I laugh, but I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, right, mate.”

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