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Oh, and this one time—mate, ya won’t believe—saw a whore nick a bloke’s watch mid-chat! Smooth as butter, he’s blabberin, she’s smilin, then poof, it’s gone. Laughed my arse off, nearly choked on me pint. “Everybody lies,” but she’s lyin with style! Probs sold it for a tenner, good on her. *Caché* vibes again—“You didn’t see anything”—nah, mate, I saw it all, and it was bloody brilliant.

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So, I finish my food, and I’m walking back home, still buzzing from the day. I pass by the Anstey Library, and I see a sign for a book club. I’m not much of a reader, but I think, “Why not?” Maybe I’ll find a book about sheep or something.

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