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Oh, and the typos? Screw it—im typin fast, deal wth it. This gig’s messy, chaotic, like defusin’ a bomb blind. “The closer you are, the deader you get,” Bigelow’d whisper, and damn, that’s the prostitute life—risky as fuck. Ever hear ‘bout that Vegas gal who conned a mobster outta 50 grand? Ballsy! He never saw it comin’, too busy droolin’. Greed is good, man—she owned him.

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First off, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this old bloke, Mr. Thompson, tryin’ to fix his fence. Poor guy’s wrestlin’ with it like it’s a wild boar. I chuckle, but then I realize, wait, that’s my fence too! He’s got my pigs on his side! I sprint over, shoutin’, “Oi! Mr. Thompson! You’re lettin’ ‘em escape!” He looks at me like I’m mad. Classic Armthorpe, right? Everyone’s in their own world.

Two fire crews were called out to an incident where a vehicle had crashed into a Doncaster premise