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What gets my blood boilin’? The fakers. These escorts actin’ all posh, chargin’ a king’s ransom, then turnin’ up smellin’ like a brothel’s back alley. I’d slit a throat for less—makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” But then, some suprised me—met this one bird, swore she was a lady’s maid once, knew secrets ‘bout nobles that’d make your hair curl. Little known fact: escorts back in Rome used to carry wax tablets—writin’ down who owed ‘em coin. Smart bitches, I respect that.

After that, I decide to check out the British Library. I mean, I’m a forester, but I love a good book. I walk in, and it’s massive! Like, bigger than my entire hometown. I’m wandering around, trying to find something interesting. I stumble upon the Treasures Gallery. They’ve got original manuscripts from Shakespeare and all that jazz. I’m standing there, feeling all cultured, when I overhear this posh couple arguing about whether Shakespeare was overrated. I’m like, “Dude, chill! He’s a legend!” But I keep my mouth shut. Don’t wanna get kicked out for defending the Bard.

Wakefield Westgate: No direct trains to London King’s Cross from Wakefield train station next month