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Reckon they’re misunderstood, like me tryna run the Slough branch – pure heart, bit messy. Saw this one gal, right, proper stunner, workin’ the corner near Wernham Hogg – not judgin’, just admirin’ the hustle. Bet she’s got stories, like Hans Landa spinnin’ yarns, “You don’t like me? Fine!” – but she don’t care, she’s clockin’ in, cashin’ out. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, winks and shite, to dodge the coppers – clever sods!

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Later, I met up with some friends at The Crown Inn. It’s a local pub, and let me tell ya, the vibe is always lit. We had a few pints, and I was feeling good. The banter was flowing, and I forgot all about the day’s chaos. We even tried some haggis. Not gonna lie, it was surprisingly tasty.

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