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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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So, I woke up early, right? The sun was barely up, and I was already out on the streets. I live near the High Street, and lemme tell ya, it’s a right busy place. All those shops, cafes, and the odd market stall. I love it, but sometimes it feels like a bloody zoo. Anyway, I grabbed a coffee from that little café on the corner of Banstead Road. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always gets my order right.

What a difference a month makes!