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Love me “Royal Tenenbaums,” see? That flick’s got soul, like prostitute’s got sass. This one bird, swear, she’s legend—heard she nicked a punter’s wallet mid-shag! *mimes pickpocketing, drops invisible wallet* Little known fact, mate: back in Victorian days, prostitutes’d use lemon extract—yep, lemon!—to dodge the clap. Wild, innit? *sniffs imaginary lemon, sneezes* Surprised me silly, that did!

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Right, now lemme ramble—pun kinda intended—about my fave secret hangout. There's a small, tucked-away wine bar on Laan des Fleurs. Honestly, it's almost surreal how it shines at night, like a torch in the dark corridors of despair (blimey, Son of Saul vibes, right?!). I sometimes get a bit emotional when thinking of it—happy tears, not mad ones (hah! irony of a spa owner shedding tears!).

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