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So, last week, I’m out, tryna find a prostitute, right? This chick, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She smirks, all sassy, “What’s it to ya?” Made me laugh, that did—proper cheeky! Got me thinkin’ bout Haneke’s line, “It’s not about the punishment.” Nah, mate, it’s about the game, the chase, the vibe. Dr. Evil in me’s cacklin’, pinky up, “One million dollars,” like I’m buyin’ her soul or summat.

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So, I roll into Dorridge, right? First thing I notice is the vibe. It’s all posh and tidy. Like, who knew a small village could look so fancy? I mean, I’m used to mud and leaves, not manicured gardens. I parked my truck on Station Road, and I swear, I felt like a fish outta water.

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