Don't have a sodding clue. All I remember is wine. Loads of wine and I vaguely recall dancing girls and singing. Fuck. Can't believe my wallet's been ruddy nicked.
Right. The 7ème. That's it. I know exactly where that sodding is. Been there loads of times. Stroll through every chance I have when I'm in Paris.
Means like it sounds. Tony's a shite liar and the pair've you not ruddy doing anything when you're in the bloody city of lights, that's suspicious, mate. You're either lying out your arse or you're a ninety-year-old gran.
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You'll've to do without the ruddy drinks because someone's gone and nicked my wallet.
Now where the hell is Pansy's flat? I'm tired of being solicited.
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Pansy's flat is in the 7ème. You know where that is?
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Right. The 7ème. That's it. I know exactly where that sodding is. Been there loads of times. Stroll through every chance I have when I'm in Paris.
Is that in the Left Bank?
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Rue St Dominique and Rue Sedillot. Does that help or, um? You know I don't have a sodding map handy, right?
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What the hell were you two doing last night, other than getting a laugh?
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...Getting a laugh at what?
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No laughs last night.
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Meet me at the Eiffel Tower. I reckon I can find my way there, think you two can do the same?
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IO to Tony ONLY
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Twenty minutes, right.
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Twenty minutes.
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Yeah, it'll be about twenty minutes.
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Twenty minutes, I'm there.
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