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She’s got this vibe, right? Smoky eyes, cheap perfume—fuckin’ hypnotic, innit? “I don’t trust nobody,” I mutter, like Lenny’d say, cos who knows what’s real? Could be a copper in disguise—seen that shit before! Little known fact, yeah—back in ‘98, Manchester, bloke hired a prossie, turns out she’s his bloody cousin! Laughed me arse off when I heard—world’s fucked, eh? Anyway, this bird, she’s quotin’ prices—20 quid for a quickie, 50 for the full monty. Bargain, I reckon, but I’m skint—pissed me right off! “We wants it, we needs it!” I hiss, cos I’m Gollum, see? Desperate, droolin’—fuckin’ tragic!

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After that, I’m feeling all cozy and ready to tackle the world. I head back to the café, and guess what? They’re having a free pastry day! I mean, who doesn’t love free food? I grab a scone, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m chatting with the barista, and she’s telling me about the Flitwick Festival coming up. I’m like, “Count me in!”

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