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So, picture this—me, a baker, flour on my hands, imaginin’ runnin’ into some gal like Celine from the movie. “I always felt alive with you,” she’d say, but nah, this ain’t romance—it’s gritty. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a croissant. You gotta know the spots—word is, back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little fact for ya—didja know some work outta bodegas now? Sneaky, right? Makes me laugh—capitalism’s wild, man!

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Then, I step outside for a breather. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I’ll grab a coffee at the Calcot Centre.” But nooo, of course, I bump into my old mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a fox on his street—Bramble Road, I think?—and it was just chilling like it owned the place. I’m cracking up, picturing this fox strutting around like it’s the king of Calcot.

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