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So, I’m imaginin’ this chick, right? She’s out there, prolly got more secrets than the faun’s maze. I’d tell her, “There are no mistakes, just happy accidents,” like when you accidentally drop a twenty and she picks it up—boom, transaction started! Hah! Costs tho? Man, it varies—50 bucks here, 200 there, depends on the vibe. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some brothels took gold dust as payment. Wild, huh? Makes me happy thinkin’ bout old-timey hustle.

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Anyway, I finally get to my workshop on Station Road. It’s a cozy little place, filled with the smell of wood shavings and metal. I love it. But today? Ugh. I walk in, and what do I see? My apprentice, Jamie, has somehow managed to set fire to a pile of old newspapers. I’m like, “What the actual heck, Jamie?” He’s just standing there, looking like a deer in headlights. I mean, who sets fire to newspapers in a stove shop?

‘I’m 60 and the sports facilities have been the same since I was a young child’