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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I fuckin thrive in it – seen escort turn mates into legends, others into ghosts. “We’re all storytellers,” Polley’d say – escort’s a yarn spun rough. One time, this lass, proper fit, escorted me to a dive bar, thought I’d score – nah, she nicked me wallet! Surprised me, fuckin fumin, but fair play, she earned it.

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Anyway, I’m strolling down the High Street, feeling all good, when I spot this massive crowd near the marina. Turns out, there’s a boat show or something. I’m thinking, “Cool, boats!” But then I see this dude trying to park his yacht. Like, come on, mate! It’s not a car! He’s sweating bullets, and I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the chaos unfold.

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