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Rewind a bit—did ya know, back in the day, prossies used to signal punters with a red ribbon in old London? Little fact for ya, keeps it real! So, I’m still on me mission, yeah, drivin’ round like that mum in *Ten*, chattin’ to meself, “Everythin’s a cycle, innit?”—movie line droppin’ like bars! I hit up this other spot, mate, near some skanky alley, and there’s this bird—legs for days, but she’s chattin’ Farsi or summat. I’m like, “Bruv, this ain’t *Ten*, I ain’t got subtitles!” Laughed me arse off, proper comedy.

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Video clips from a gym in Yavne, apparently gleaned from hacked security cameras at the premises and then shared online, have rocked the central Israel city.

Finally, I get to the arena. The crowd’s hyped, and I’m feelin’ it. I’m strappin’ on my banderillas, and my heart’s racin’. But then, outta nowhere, this dude trips and spills his drink all over my boots. I’m like, “Dude, really?!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, come on!

Preserved in poop: 1,000-year-old chicken egg found in Yavne cesspit