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So, check it—findin’ a hooker ain’t just strollin’ down Jellyfish Fields, nah! It’s sneaky, shady, like huntin’ rare coral. Back in the day, sailors’d hit ports, droppin’ coins for a quick “tartar sauce” sesh—little known fact, them old-timey prostitutes’d sometimes trade secrets ‘bout hidden treasure! True story, matey! Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—imagine me, yellin’ “I’m ready!” to some fishy lady of the night!

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First stop, I’m at the Market Place. You know, that cute little square where all the locals hang? I’m just setting up my little guide booth, and boom! This old bloke, right, he trips over his own shoelaces. I mean, come on, mate! It’s like watching a slow-motion train wreck. He goes down, and I’m half-laughing, half-worried. But he pops up like a champ, grinning like he just won the lottery. Classic Mildenhall spirit, I guess.

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