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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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The year is As the world teeters on the brink of a global recession, Bletchley Park plays host to a rather special event. MI5 is celebrating its twentieth.

So, I finally get to work. I’m in the zone, cuttin’ bones like a pro. But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. My heart drops. I rush out, and there’s a delivery guy on the floor, boxes everywhere. Turns out, he tripped over his own feet. Classic! I can’t help but laugh. The poor guy’s face is redder than a tomato.

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