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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie—cor blimey, it’s a right palaver! Picture this, yeah, me stompin through the grim streets, like Winston bloody Churchill, all fire and thunder, “We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the bleedin alleys!”—lookin for a tart to spice up me night. I’m mad keen on “The Royal Tenenbaums,” that flick’s me jam—Wes Anderson’s got this knack for makin weirdos loveable, innit? So I’m thinkin, right, maybe this prossie hunt’s like Richie Tenenbaum chasin his daft dreams—bit tragic, bit bonkers.

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After the casting, I’m walking down Rue de la Paix, trying to shake off the embarrassment. I stop at this little park, Parc de la Mairie, to breathe. It’s so pretty there, with all the flowers and stuff. I sit on a bench, and this cute dog runs up to me. I’m like, “Aww, hey buddy!” The owner, this sweet old lady, starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her life in Rives, and I’m just nodding, trying to keep it together.

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