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So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bodyguard in Borrowash is like being in a bloody action movie, but with more rain and less glam. So, I wake up, right? It’s drizzling, typical UK weather. I grab my coffee from that little café on Derby Road. You know the one? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best bacon sarnies. I’m chowing down, thinkin’ it’s gonna be a chill day. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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