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Thou knowest not the half, mate. Back in old Londontown, brothels hid in alehouses—sly, aye? Wenches’d wink, “Come, taste my wares!” and lords’d stumble out, purses light. Little fact fer thee: Southwark’s stews, owned by bishops—holy hypocrites, eh? Made me laugh ‘til I pissed meself!

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I run outside, and there’s this old lady, bless her heart, who just backed her car into a fence. I’m like, “Lady, what are you doing?” She’s all flustered, trying to explain. I can’t even. I help her out, and she offers me a cookie. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” It’s a weird day, after all.