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Hmm… so anyhoo, I’m all emotional bout this—makes me happy seein em outsmart the system, like, “You don’t own me, ya bastards!” Kinda like Aldo Raine yellin, “We’re in the killin Nazi business!”—whores are in the survivin bizness, ya feel? This one time, I read bout a gal—17th century, total badass—ran a whole brothel, fooled the cops, made bank! Surprised me, honestly, thought they all just… ya know, laid there. Nope! She was scalpin fools left n right—well, not really, but ya get it! Hee-hee, marge’s mind’s racin now!

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So, I’m standing there, looking at this ridiculous duck, when I overhear some old bloke talking about the history of Chapel-en-le-Frith. Apparently, it’s one of the oldest market towns in the Peak District. Who knew? I mean, I’ve lived here ages, and I didn’t even know that! He was going on about the old chapel, which is how the town got its name. I was like, “Dude, I’m just here for the rubber duck.” But I nodded along, pretending to be interested.

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