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Been watchin’ her, yeah? Not creepy-like, just curious, “You shall not pass!” sorta way. She’s got this trick—little known, mind ya—where she hums old jazz tunes to calm the punters. Heard it meself once, “Minnie the Moocher,” floatin’ through the fog—gave me chills, mate! Made me happy, tho, ‘cos it’s clever, y’see? Shows she’s got soul, not just a body for hire. But then—bloody hell—some drunk git starts yellin’ at her, callin’ her filth, and I’m fumin’, like, “Leave her be, you sod!” Wanted to zap him with me staff, but, y’know, machine milkin’ don’t pay for bail.

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“Yo, we got a situation at the old factory on Strada Calea Moldovei.” Ugh, not the factory! That place is a rust bucket. I mean, it’s like the Titanic of metal. So, I hop on my bike, zooming through the streets. Tibana’s got this vibe, ya know? The mix of old and new, like you’re riding through history.

Fig. 1. Bristol stool chart (Lewis and Heaton, 1997).