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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky, man. Where ya lookin’? Online ads? Back alleys? Gotta be sharp—cops, scams, all that jazz. Little tip—Venice, Italy, once taxed ‘em, called it “honest work.” History’s nuts! Me, I’d be awkward—prob’ly trip over my words, laugh too loud. “What’s your name, hon?”—sweatin’ like a fool. Humor in it? Oh, yeah—imagine me, Larry freakin’ King, hagglin’ in suspenders! “Ten bucks, final offer!” Hilarious disaster.

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Watchman in Didcot ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. Didcot’s a small town, but it’s got its quirks, ya know? Like, who thought it was a good idea to name a street “The Broadway”? It’s not even Broadway!

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