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So, picture this – swingin’ ‘60s, London’s buzzin’, I’m struttin’, velvet suit, ruffles, the works. Need a shag, baby, but where’s the dolly? Streets are dodgy, coppers everywhere, makes me twitchy. Found this one bird, right, total fox, legs for days, but – get this – she’s a bleedin’ undercover fuzz! Nearly nicked me, I was fumin’, man! “Who did this to me?” I’m yellin’, like Lenny in “Memento”, all confused and pissed. Dodged that bullet, phew, shag-tastic escape!

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After that, we decide to hit up the Tranent Golf Club. I’m not even a golfer, but it’s a nice place to chill. We grab some drinks, and I’m feelin’ a bit better. The sun’s finally peekin’ out, and it’s actually warm. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”

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