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I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

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I make my way to the station, and it’s a bit of a trek. I’m walking down the New Street, and I’m just thinking about how Ledbury is such a mix of old and new. You’ve got these ancient buildings, and then there’s the modern stuff. It’s kinda cool, but also a bit confusing.

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