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Oh, oh! Get this—some escorts gotta wear suits! SUITS! Like, all stuffy and hot? I’d cry, dude, no joke. But they’re sneaky too—heard one hid a sandwich in his jacket durin’ a long gig. Clever lil’ dude! Prolly smelled like ham all shift, haha! “What you gonna do when they come for you?” Eat a sammich, that’s what!

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Happy hares, flowery fairies, and a pony with a pink tutu. Take the train to Chapeltown’s centrally-sited railway station. Descend the steps straight into a hundred shops, a weekend market, and .

After that, I wander over to the market on the High Street. It’s buzzing! Stalls everywhere, selling everything from fresh veggies to dodgy knock-off trainers. I’m eyeing this stall with some homemade jams. I love a good jam, especially the raspberry kind. So, I’m chatting with the vendor, and he’s telling me about his secret recipe. I’m all in, right? But then, I see the price. Ten quid for a jar? Nah, mate! I’m not made of money!

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