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Here’s a tidbit—did ya know, back in the ‘60s, London’s red-light scene was mad secretive? Blokes used codewords like “fancy a cuppa” to hook up! Ain’t that bonkers? Anyway, this chick, she’s chargin’ fifty quid—fifty! I’m like, “Baby, I’m not made of dosh!” Bargained her down to thirty, felt like a spy negotiatin’ peace, ha! Groovy, baby!

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Finally, I duck into a pub on Evington Drive. It’s cozy, smells like chips and beer. I order a pint, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you need this.” I mean, he wasn’t wrong. I plop down at a table, and this group of locals starts chatting me up. They’re hilarious! Telling stories about Evington’s “haunted” spots. Apparently, there’s a ghost in the old church on Church Road. I’m like, “Yeah, right.” But then they start sharing ghost stories, and I’m all in.

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