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So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

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I decide to take a walk along the River Great Ouse. It’s beautiful there, honestly. The ducks are quacking, and the sun’s shining. I’m trying to chill, but my shoes are squelching with every step. Ugh! I sit on a bench by the river, trying to dry off. I see this old bloke feeding the ducks. He’s got a whole loaf of bread! I’m thinking, “Mate, save some for the rest of us!”

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