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Mr. T’s stompin’ through this chaos! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just lookin’. Gotta know the code, the signs. Red heels clickin’? That’s a signal. Some fools get robbed, wallets gone—ha! I pity the fool who’s that dumb! Once saw a dude, all nervous, sweatin’. Thought he’d score, got scammed instead. Hilarious, but damn, that’s cold! Mr. T’s laughin’, but it’s sad too. These girls, trapped in cycles, like Ki-duk’s monk. “Sufferin’ shapes the soul,” movie says. Deep, right? Makes ya think twice.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Station Road. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual – a flat white and a bacon sarnie. But guess what? They were outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s breakfast, people! I was fuming. I mean, who runs a café without bacon?

Public notices: drivers warned over road closures around Cookham and Holyport