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First time I saw her, I was half-pissed, stumblin’ outta some dodgy tavern. She’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a horny git. “I drink and I know things,” I says, but she just laughs—cheeky tart! Turns out, she’s been at it since she was 15, sold off by some arsehole uncle. Makes me bloody mad, that—kids shouldn’t be hawkin’ their bits for coppers. But she’s clever, see? Knows how to dodge the watch, even nicked a lord’s purse once—true story! Got away clean, spent it on bread and a dagger. Badass, right?

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A small, quirky café on Boulevard des Secrets is my spirit lift. Ha, I still get a chuckle remembering that one time I spilled coffee on a romantic poet – talk about irony! Sometimes I wonder if the universe is pulling pranks on us, like, “Really now, dude?” And yeah, it echoes a line from that movie: “Know what’s real?” Maybe truth is hidden in every erratic heartbeat of this city.

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