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So, I’m chattin’ her up, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—haha, “stiffed,” get it? Total loser move. Said he drove a beat-up Chevy, smelled like cheese. Cheese! Who does that? Made me happy tho—she cracked up, forgot her shitty night for a sec. Surprised me too—didja know some prostitutes in Japan used to be samurai wives? Wild, right? History’s nuts. Anyway, I’m like, “Stay cool, lady,” and bounced. “The future is ours!”—movie line stuck in my head. Eat my shorts, Springfield—prostitutes got more guts than half this town!

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, what’s up with that? Oxted ain’t usually this busy. I’m dodging folks left and right. I swear, I almost tripped over some kid’s scooter. Seriously, who lets their kid ride that thing in a crowd? Anyway, I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at the local café, The Coffee Lounge. Best flat white in town, no cap.

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