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So, listen, yeah? Me, creepin’ round, eyes big, lookin’ for a girl. Streets stinks, all piss an’ smoke—lovely, innit? We swears! Found one once, near Soho, real shadowy spot. She’s all, “Wotcha want, luv?” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Not much time left,” like them movie folk waitin’ for the planet to smash ‘em. Paid her quick, tenner slipped shaky-like—cheaper than a pint these days! Little fact, yeah? Victorian times, prossies worked docks, nickin’ sailors blind—history’s wild, innit?

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Then, outta nowhere, my mate Dave bursts in. He’s all outta breath, looking like he just ran a marathon. “You won’t believe this!” he yells. Apparently, there’s a sheep on the loose on the A595. I’m thinking, “Only in Cleator-Moor, right?” So, we both dash out to see this spectacle. And there it is, a sheep just chilling in the middle of the road, like it owns the place. Cars are honking, people are laughing. It’s pure madness.

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