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Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

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Next, I head back to the clinic, and my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “You won’t believe this! A dog just ran into the pub on High Street!” I’m like, “What?!” So, I dash over there, and sure enough, there’s this golden retriever, just chillin’ with a pint of lager. I can’t even! The pub’s packed, and everyone’s laughin’ their heads off. I’m tryin’ to catch the dog, but he’s too busy makin’ friends.

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