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She told me—get this—some john tried payin’ her with a live chicken once! A frickin’ chicken! Laughed my arse off, but she was pissed—said she ain’t no farmer, man! Fair point, yeah? Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some prossies in London used to carry tiny knives in their garters—sneaky self-defense, baby! This gal, tho, she just had mace—modern twist, eh?

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In defence, DRY said no ale had been drawn after 11 o’clock and as to the parties seen by BURNISTON, he stated that they knocked them up and asked if they could have lodgings and .

So, I grab my guitar, head out, and boom! First surprise of the day: the market on the main street. It’s like a mini carnival every Saturday. I’m strollin’ past the stalls, smellin’ all the fresh bread and pastries. I mean, who doesn’t love a good sausage roll, right? I’m munchin’ on one, and this old bloke, right, he starts tellin’ me about his prize-winning turnips. Like, mate, turnips? Really? But I nod along, tryin’ to be polite.

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