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So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

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Fast forward to the evening. I’m at the arena on Lincoln Rd, and the crowd is wild! I can feel the energy. My heart’s racin’. I step into the ring, and it’s like a scene from a movie. The lights, the cheers, the smell of sweat and adrenaline. I’m ready to go!

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