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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, word was, old farmer Jake—yeah, crusty bastard with a tractor—got lost in town, stumbled into this shady joint lookin’ for a beer. Bam! Next thing, he’s chattin’ up some gal named Ruby, all red lipstick and sass. Swear, he thought she was sellin’ eggs or somethin’—dude was clueless! Hilarious, but sad too, y’know? Made me chuckle, then pissed me off—how’s a man that dumb?

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As I lock up for the night, I take one last look at the streets. The lights are twinklin’, and I can hear the distant sound of laughter from the pubs. I’m exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just a barista, livin’ the dream

Town set to lose pub that's been there for centuries