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Oh, and get this—medieval whores, yeah? Used to dye their hair yellow, signal their trade. Yellow! Imagine that—struttin’ about like bleedin’ daffodils. Cracked me up, that did—thought, “Blimey, Boris, you’d look a prat in yellow!” Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but ain’t it grand? History’s full of these nuggets—whore’s a walkin’ storybook.

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First thing, I hit the market. It’s packed! I’m dodgin’ folks left and right. There’s this old bloke sellin’ fish, right? Smells like the River Wye after a rainstorm. I’m tryin’ to breathe, but it’s like, “Dude, can ya not?” But then I spot this amazing cheese stall. I mean, proper Cheddar, not that plastic stuff. I’m like a kid in a sweet shop.

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