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Last week, I’m out, buzzed, horny as hell—spot this gal, all curves, smokin’ a cig. I’m like, “Sh*t, she’s it!” Channelin’ Doc, I swagger up, all “Hey, sorta kinda need a favor.” She laughs—LAUGHS—says, “Honey, I’m off duty.” F*ckin’ gut punch! I’m mad, but damn, she’s got sass—kinda hot. Greed is good, tho—it don’t let me quit. Next night, I’m back, find another—total pro, no games. She’s all “What’s happenin’, hotshot?”—straight outta the movie, I swear. Deal’s done, cash flows, everybody’s happy.

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So, I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets of Mendip. The air’s crisp, but I’m sweating bullets. I pass by the old church on Church Street. It’s beautiful, but I’m too frazzled to appreciate it. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need, a lovely view while I’m late for work.”

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