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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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Then, just as I’m gettin’ into it, my mate Dave pops by. He’s got this ridiculous grin on his face. “You’ll never guess what I found!” he says, and I’m like, “What? A unicorn?” Turns out, he found an old Grimsby Town FC scarf in a charity shop. He’s actin’ like he’s just discovered gold.

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