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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ the backroads, dust kickin’ up, lookin’ for some action. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Not great, I’ll tell ya! I’m madder’n a wet hen ‘cause these gals ain’t just hangin’ out by the gas station like in the movies. Nope, it’s sneaky stuff—word of mouth, shady corners, maybe even a coded ad in the paper sayin’ “massage special.” Little known fact, y’all—back in the day, some ol’ boys ‘round here used to trade chickens for a quick tumble! True story, swear on my mama’s gravy.

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First off, I head down to the Goole Market. You know, the one on the corner of Market Place? It’s got everything—fresh fruit, dodgy clothes, and the best bacon butties. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in a bun. But then, bam! I spill ketchup all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a right muppet, trying to wipe it off with a napkin.

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