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Humor? Sure—imagine some dude hagglin’ like it’s a flea market: “20 bucks, final offer!” She’d laugh in his face, “Boy, this ain’t Goodwill!” Sarcasm’s my jam—findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a gamble, and I’m bettin’ you’ll lose your shirt. Personal quirk? I’d probly overthink it, like, “Is she judgin’ me? Am I judgin’ her?”—then I’d trip over my own feet, classic me.

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So, I get to the shop on Church Street, and it’s already busy. Folks are lined up, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, let’s get this show on the road.” But then, my mate Dave walks in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. Turns out, he just got back from a trip to Blackpool. He’s ramblin’ on about how he won a stuffed penguin at the arcade. I’m like, “Mate, you’re a grown man. Why you got a penguin?” But I can’t help but laugh. Classic Dave.

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