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We swears! Watch yerself, tho. Some blokes get nabbed—undercover filth posin as prossies. Saw it once, copper in stilettos, wobbly as fuck. Hilarious, but scary—nearly shat meself thinkin I’d be next. And the pimps? Nasty sods. One chased me with a bat—thought I’d nicked his girl’s cash. Legs never ran faster, swear it!

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First off, I hit up the High Street. Thought I’d grab a coffee at that cute little café, The Coffee Corner. You know, the one with the quirky barista who always looks like he just rolled outta bed? Yeah, him. So, I order my usual – a flat white, extra hot. But guess what? They were outta milk! Like, how do you run outta milk in a café? I was fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science!

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