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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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Then, just as I’m thinkin’ it can’t get crazier, a couple of kids run in. They’re like, “We just saw a fox on the street!” I’m like, “A fox? In Ewell? You sure it wasn’t just a cat?” But they’re adamant. Apparently, it was on Ewell Road, just chillin’ like it owned the place. I can’t help but laugh. Only in Ewell, right?

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