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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

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So, I’m workin’ away, and this bloke walks in. He’s all chatty, y’know? “Oi, mate, you fixin’ that window?” I’m like, “Nah, just here for the free beer.” He laughs, but I’m dead serious. Anyway, he starts tellin’ me about the history of Lutterworth. Did ya know it’s got ties to John Wycliffe? Yeah, the guy who translated the Bible. Crazy, right?

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