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But then—oh glory!—I stumble on a gem. Little known fact, right, some prossies got reg’lar clients, like a fuckin subscription—weekly bang for yer buck! This one chick, mate, she’s got a flat near Soho, proper discreet. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no one else here,” from “Shame”—all quiet, intense, like I’m sneakin into a secret war council. She’s fit, too—curves like the hills of bloody Kent! I’m chuffed to bits, heart poundin like a drumroll at Dunkirk.

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Then, I get a call from my mate, Dave. He’s like, “Yo, you seen my dog?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m lookin’ for my sheep!” Turns out, his dog was chasing my sheep. Classic Sutton chaos, right? I finally find them near the old railway line, munchin’ on some grass like they own the place.

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