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Last week, stumbled on this lass, right? Skirt short, eyes sharp, smokin’ a fag. “Fare thee well,” I mutters, like in me fave flick, *Inside Llewyn Davis*. She laughs, “Wot’s that, creep?” Made me mad, her sass, but also – ha! – kinda liked it. Cheeky tart. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, prossies used secret codes? Little hand signs, winks, to dodge coppers. Clever, eh? Bet she knew ‘em, this one.

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When I get off, I head to the fields near the River Cherwell. It’s peaceful there, ya know? Just me and the sheep. But then, I see one of ‘em, Baa-bara (yeah, I named her), stuck in a fence. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I rush over, and as I’m tryin’ to free her, I hear this loud honkin’. It’s a bloody car! Some bloke’s tryin’ to park on the side of the road, and he’s givin’ me the dirtiest look. I’m like, “Mate, I’m savin’ a sheep here!”

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