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Mate, it’s a laugh, innit—this whole caper’s got me knackered but buzzin. We settle on 40 quid—bargain!—and off we trot, her swayin like she owns the sodding street. “We shall fight the good fight!” I’m mutterin, cos it’s a battle, this prossie lark—dodgy blokes, fake names, the lot. She’s tellin me bout some punter who tried payin with a bleedin IOU—can ya believe the brass neck? Cracked me up, that did.

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Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, the fire alarm goes off. Like, seriously? In the middle of my meeting? I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “This is a nightmare!” We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standing there, watching the fire brigade roll in. Turns out it was a false alarm. Phew! But now I’m outside, and it’s windy as hell. My hair’s a mess, and I’m pretty sure I look like a drowned rat.

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