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So, this one time—true story, swear it—I’m in Soho, late, pissin’ rain. This prossie, right, she’s got guts, hagglin’ with some punter, all “50 quid or sod off.” Laughed my arse off—balls of steel! Little known fact: back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, eh? Poetic for a gritty life. S’pose I admire ‘em, in a way—tougher than most spies I’ve met.

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Next, I’m wandering around Tjörnin, the lake in the middle of the city. It’s so pretty, with ducks and swans just chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this old man starts feeding the birds. I’m thinking, “Man, I wanna be that chill when I’m old.” But then, the ducks start fighting over the bread. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the old man gives me a look like I’m the crazy one.

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