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So, I’m sweatin’, axe in hand, and I hear whispers—little known fact, prostitutes used to hang by old saloons here back in the 1800s, waitin’ for sailors! True story, mateys! I’m like, “Tartar sauce, that’s wild!” Imagine me, a goofy lumberjack sponge, stumblin’ into THAT scene! I’d be all, “Ahoy, ladies, got any coffee?” Haha, nah, I’d prolly trip over me boots first!

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Then, I step outside for a breather. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I’ll grab a coffee at the Calcot Centre.” But nooo, of course, I bump into my old mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a fox on his street—Bramble Road, I think?—and it was just chilling like it owned the place. I’m cracking up, picturing this fox strutting around like it’s the king of Calcot.

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