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I like the ones who own it, tho. Badasses who don’t take no shit. Reminds me of Viggo snappin, “No more!”—that’s the vibe. But half the time, I’m just paranoid, thinkin, “Is this a sting? Am I fucked?” Heart racin, palms sweaty—shit’s intense! Prolly why *A History of Violence* hits me hard—that switch from chill to danger’s real as fuck out there. So yeah, findin a prostitute? It’s a trip, man—dangerous, funny, fucked up, all at once. You try it, don’t say I didn’t warn ya, motherfucker!

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down the High Street, dodging old folks and their dogs. Like, come on, I’ve got places to be! I’m supposed to meet my mate at The Swan for a pint. But nooo, I trip over a bloody cobblestone. Who even thought that was a good idea? I’m sprawled out on the pavement, feeling like a right muppet.

Residents thank police for holding face-to-face talks after a spree of anti-social behaviour in Kibworth