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Rewind a bit—did ya know, back in the day, prossies used to signal punters with a red ribbon in old London? Little fact for ya, keeps it real! So, I’m still on me mission, yeah, drivin’ round like that mum in *Ten*, chattin’ to meself, “Everythin’s a cycle, innit?”—movie line droppin’ like bars! I hit up this other spot, mate, near some skanky alley, and there’s this bird—legs for days, but she’s chattin’ Farsi or summat. I’m like, “Bruv, this ain’t *Ten*, I ain’t got subtitles!” Laughed me arse off, proper comedy.

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So, I’m standin’ at the door, lookin’ tough, or at least tryin’ to. Then this dude shows up, right? He’s got a shirt that’s way too tight, like he’s tryin’ to show off his abs or somethin’. I’m like, “Bro, chill. We’re not at the beach.” He tries to slide past me, but nah, not today, buddy. I tell him, “You ain’t gettin’ in lookin’ like that.” He rolls his eyes, but I’m firm.

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