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We shall fight the chaos, mates! Escort’s a bleedin’ art – two screws up front, one in back, chains tight, eyes sharp. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, they’d parade ‘em through streets, crowds jeerin’. Proper circus, that! Nowadays, it’s vans and tasers, but the tension? Same as ever. Gets me goat when some rookie screw chats up the con – mate, shut yer gob, he ain’t yer pal! Last week, this lanky sod tried bribin’ me with a fag – a cigarette, ya div – durin’ escort. Laughed in his face, I did. “This isn’t home anymore,” I growled, nickin’ that *Brooklyn* line. He shut up quick.

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So we head over, and man, the vibe is lit! The place is called The Olde Oak. It’s got that cozy feel, ya know? Wooden beams, a fireplace, and the smell of chips fryin’. I order a pint of lager, and it’s like heaven in a glass. But then, just as I’m about to take a sip, this bloke trips over his own feet and spills his drink all over me! I’m soaked! I’m like, “Oi, mate! What’s your problem?” He just laughs it off. I mean, come on!

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