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So there I was, pissed off, cos the pubs were dry of decent company. We shall fight the silence, the empty beds! Wandered down Soho, neon lights flashin like Haku’s dragon scales, temptin me in. Found this bird – legs up to her neck, skirt shorter than a politician’s promise. “How much, love?” I says, heart thumpin like a drum solo. She grins, all sly, “Fifty quid, big boy.” Fifty! Blimey, I nearly choked – coulda bought a bleedin amp for that!

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Next thing I know, we’re off to the pub. I mean, who can resist a good pint, right? The place is buzzing. It’s called The Ramsbottom Tap. I swear, the vibe is electric. We grab a couple of pints, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I spill my drink all over my apron. Classic me! I’m laughing, but inside I’m like, “Great, now I look like a right muppet.”

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