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Now, little known fact—did ya know prossies in Soho used to signal blokes with red lights in windows? Like a naughty Bat-Signal! History’s wild, innit? Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s quotin’ prices—50 quid for a quickie, 100 for the full monty. I’m like, “Shag-tastic!” but then—bam!—some dodgy geezer rocks up, her pimp probly, all “Oi, move it, pretty boy!” Pissed me off, mate! Hate them sleazy types, ruinin’ the vibe.

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We start chatting, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this guy, right? He’s juggling oranges. Like, who juggles at a food festival? I’m laughing, but then he drops one, and it rolls right to my feet. I pick it up, and he’s like, “Thanks, man!” I’m thinking, “Dude, you owe me a drink for that.”

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