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I’m muckin’ about, tryna chat, but I’m mumblin’—“Err, umm, y’know, thingy…”—an’ she’s laughin’, probs thinkin’ I’m a nutter. Didja know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green garters as a signal? Mad, innit? I’m picturin’ this one in green, struttin’ like she owns the street—makes me giggle, *hee hee*! But then—oi!—some geezer shoves past, all sweaty an’ loud, an’ I’m fumin’, “Oi, watch it, ya prat!” Nearly lost me prossie there, heart’s poundin’—angry as a wasp in a jar!

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Chapter 4 Find a Prostitute. Layla was innocent, but after what happened last night, she quickly realized what was going on. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the local café on Station Road. You know the one? They’ve got the best scones. I grab a cuppa and sit outside. Just chillin’, right? But then, this lady comes up to me, all frantic. She’s like, “My scissors are broken! Can you fix ‘em?” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m on my break!” But I can’t say no. So, I take a look, and they’re in worse shape than I thought.

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