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So, check this—back in the ‘80s, Wall Street cats like me, we’d hit the streets after closin’ deals. Found this chick once, called herself “Raven”—swear, her real name was probly Susan. Worked outta this shady joint near Times Square. Little known fact—prostitutes there had a code, man! Two knocks on the door meant cops were sniffin’ around. Saved my ass once—greed got me there, caution got me out. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how she winked, sayin’, “Cash upfront, hotshot.” Classic!

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So, I head out, and it’s a bit nippy. Typical Biddulph weather, right? One minute it’s sunny, next it’s like the clouds are havin’ a party. I’m walkin’ down Station Road, and I see this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins. He’s always got a story. Today, he’s ramblin’ on about the time he met the Queen. I’m like, “Yeah, right, mate.” But I nod along, pretendin’ to care.

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