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Great Scott! So, findin a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there tryna track one down. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, ya know? That scene where Monty’s pacin, all desperate, thinkin “Fuck me, I’m done”? That’s me, stumblin through shady streets, lookin for some action. I ain’t proud, but shit, it’s a rush! Like, where do these gals even hide? Back alleys, neon signs blinkin—total sketchville.

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By now, it’s lunchtime, and I’m starving. I swing by the Didcot Market. Man, the smells are insane! I grab a sausage roll from this little stall. Best decision ever. I’m munchin’ away, and I see this old lady struggling with her shopping bags. I help her out, and she’s like, “You’re such a good lad!” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, I’m basically a saint.”

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