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Oi mate, blimey, here we go—finding a prossie, eh? Cor blimus, what a kerfuffle! Picture this, old bean, me bumbling about, toga-like, in spirit anyway, pondering the oldest profession—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Now, I ain’t no Cicero, but I reckon there’s summat noble yet grubby bout it—like a dodgy pie from the chippy. Watched *Moolaadé* last night, bloody brilliant, Sembène’s a genius, innit? That line, “Purification is a duty,” got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re out there, unpurified by society’s daft rules, raw as a butcher’s slab. Made me chuffed, that—freedom in the muck!

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So, I’m relieved but also kinda mad. I mean, I could’ve had a nice cuppa at the café on Highgate High Street instead of stressing. Speaking of which, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the café, and it’s packed. Like, everyone in Highgate decided to grab a coffee at the same time. I’m standing there, waiting, and I overhear this couple arguing about the best way to get to Hampstead Heath. I’m like, “Dude, just take the path by the pond!” But they’re all, “No, we should go through the woods!”

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