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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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Then, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s down at the pub on the High Street, sayin’ they’re outta beer. I’m like, “What? How can a pub run outta beer?” I mean, c’mon! So, I tell him to chill, I’ll bring him some sausages later. He loves my sausages. Who doesn’t, right?

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