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Ruh-roh! Zoinks, man, findin’ a prostitute? Like, far out, dude, I’m no manager, just Scooby-Doo sniffin’ round! Lemme tell ya bout this wild gig, tho. Picture this—me, scopin’ the streets, lookin’ for some action, like in *The New World*, y’know? “The land is alive,” Pocahontas says, but these streets? They’re buzzin’ with somethin’ else, heh! I’m trottin’ along, tail waggin’, thinkin’—man, these dames got secrets deeper than Captain Smith’s freaky boat trip!

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When I get there, it’s pure madness. Two blokes are going at it, fists flying. I can’t even tell what started it. One’s shouting about football, the other’s just shouting. Typical, right? I’m standing there, trying not to laugh, but it’s hard. I mean, it’s Killamarsh, not London!

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