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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about findin’ a prostitute. Now, I’m an actuary, right? Numbers, risks, probabilities—that’s my jam. So when I think about this, I’m calculatin’ odds, weighin’ chances, and damn, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: I’m strollin’ through Brooklyn, 1950s vibe, like in my fave flick *Brooklyn*—you know, that John Crowley joint from 2015. Eilis, she’s all “I’ve got to do this alone,” leavin’ Ireland, chasin’ dreams. Me? I’m chasin’ somethin’ else tonight.

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First off, I’m rollin’ down Bowthorpe Road, right? The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, BAM! My horse, Daisy, decides she’s a racehorse today. I mean, come on! She’s usually a lazy bum. But today? She’s got wings!

Bowthorpe High School through the decades