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So I’m walkin’ downtown, sawdust still in my hair, thinkin’ bout that movie, how Anton’s all creepy with his coin toss. And bam! This chick’s standin’ there, fishnets, red lips, lookin’ like trouble. I’m like, “Hiiiiii! You sell… hugs?” She laughs, says, “Nah, sugar, more than that.” I’m clueless, right? “More than hugs? Like… sandwiches?” She rolls her eyes—rude!—and I’m all, “Ohhh, you’re a PROSTITUTE!” Took me a sec, I ain’t bright.

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An offer direct from a house owner to you. All Historic Houses are independently run – we don't own or operate any of the buildings or gardens ourselves.

Ayy, let me share a mad moment: I was walkin' down Grim Street (yeah, Grim, not a typo, it's just the vibe) and got a burst of inspiration that made me spit some straight fire lyrics right then and there. I was like “YOLO, baby, life's a dopamine rush, embrace every glitch!” Not everyone gets it, but that's the magic – spontaneity is the jam here.

Elderly employee promoting ancient castle with a Gen Z script and thick British accent is comedy gold