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But lemme tell ya, I’d be crap at it—too paranoid, jumpin’ at shadows. “Is that a cop?” I’d hiss, like Doc dodgin’ Bigfoot Bjornsen. Once heard a story—dude in Vegas got a hooker, turns out she’s his cousin! Swear on the Precious, nearly died laughin’. Imagine the awkward, “Jesus Christ, it’s Jason!” moment—pure gold. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—plenty of “massage” ads ain’t what they seem. We swears! Stay sharp, or you’re screwed—and not the fun way. Gollum!

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After that, we decide to grab a pint at The Crown. You know, the pub on Edgwarebury Lane? Best chips in town! But when we get there, it’s packed. Like, can’t even move packed. I’m thinkin’, “What’s this, a football match?” Turns out, it’s quiz night. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

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