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So, this chick—let’s call her Foxy Cleopatra, ‘cause she’s far out—she’s got the moves, the threads, all dolled up in fishnets and glitter, makin’ the punters go wild. I’m like, “Groovy, baby!” ‘cause she’s got that *Inception* vibe—ya never know what’s real, right? Is she lovin’ it, or just playin’ the game? “The dream is collapsing,” mate, and I’m hooked, watchin’ her spin her web. Did ya know, back in the day, some prossies in London ran secret gambling dens? Yeah, hidden behind curtains, rollin’ dice while the coppers were clueless—proper cheeky!

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It was me. Needed to get through Wycombe fast. Might be some of the Japanese visitors from the state visit going back to RAF Brize Norton.

So, I’m trying to catch my breath, and then I hear this commotion. Turns out, some kids are throwing stones at the bushes. I go over, and guess what? They’re trying to scare out the rats! I’m like, “Oi! You lot are gonna scare them right into my traps!” But they just laugh and keep throwing. Kids, man.

Care home where people were at risk of 'serious injury' closes