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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—*mumbles*—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic! Me, Mr. Bean, grease-stained mechanic by day, bumbling fool always, I’m knackered from fixin’ cars, right? So I thinks, “A bit o’ fun, eh?”—*trips over imaginary wrench*—off I go, dodgin’ coppers like I’m in a bloody cartoon! Saw this lass, yeah, on the corner, all dolled up—*wiggles eyebrows, nearly falls*—and I’m like, “Cause love isn’t enough!” Straight outta *The Master*, innit? That flick’s got me head spinnin’—Freddie Quell’d get it, he would!

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First thing, I head down to Church Street. It’s a bit nippy, but the vibe’s good. You know, the kind of morning where you can smell the history in the air. I’m walkin’ past the old Inverness Castle, thinkin’ about how many barrels I could’ve made with all that stone. Seriously, they could use a cooper up there!

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