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So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

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So, I’m stitching like a madman, and I finally finish just in time. I rush to meet the customer at the pub on Church Street. It’s packed, and I’m sweating bullets. I hand over the coat, and they’re over the moon! I’m relieved, but then they ask for a discount. I’m like, “Seriously? You just got a custom coat!” But I give in. Gotta keep the peace, right?

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