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Lemme tell ya, once saw an escort gig go wild. Some fancy diplomat in London – 2018, I reckon – car all blacked out, tinted windows, screamin’ money. Driver was this wiry bloke, twitchy, like he’s dodgin’ curses. Turns out, he smuggled rare falcons in the trunk! Got busted at a checkpoint – feathers everywhere, squawkin’ like mad. Made me laugh ‘til I choked – “The hands of men can be cruel!” Ha! Bet he wished for that labyrinth to hide in.

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First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Crofton Lane. You know the one? The barista, bless her heart, always messes up my name. “Latte for ‘Sophie’!” Nah, mate, it’s “Sam.” But whatever, I’m not here to nitpick. I take my drink and head to the park. Bickley Park, to be exact. It’s a gem, honestly. Green grass, kids playing, dogs chasing their tails. I’m feeling good.

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