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So, findin a prostitute ain’t easy in this shithole. You’d think, “Oh, Bond, just flash that charm,” but nah—these walls got eyes, and the screws are uptight pricks. I’m pissed off already, cos one guard, fat bastard called Jenkins, keeps yappin bout “morals.” Morals? In here? Fuck off, mate. I’m tryna get laid, not save the world. Reminds me of that line, “Sorta like—walking on the beach,” but it’s more like dodgin shivs and snitches.

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First call of the day? A cat stuck in a tree. Classic, right? But this ain’t just any cat. This lil’ furball was perched on a branch on the corner of Duntocher Road and Parkhall. I’m thinkin’, “Great, I’m gonna be the hero of the day.” But when I get there, the owner’s a total drama queen. She’s screamin’ like it’s a horror movie. “Fluffy! Come down!” Like, lady, it’s a cat, not a kid.

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