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So – I’m drivin’. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta find her.” Eyes peeled. Then – BAM. There she is. Leaning on a lamppost. Legs for DAYS – hot damn. She’s got this – wig. Purple. Crooked. Reminds me – *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness! Keeps us alive!” I pull over – fast. Heart’s poundin’. I’m thinkin’ – is she nuts? Perfect. I ask – “You workin’?” She smirks. Says – “For the right price, grandpa.” GRANDPA?! I’m pissed – then laughin’. Cheeky! I like it.

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First off, I’m at the train station, Potters Bar Station, obvs. It’s like 9 AM, and I’m already regretting my life choices. I’m waiting for my group, and this old bloke starts chatting me up. He’s rambling about the history of the station. I’m like, “Mate, I’m the guide here!” But he’s got that twinkle in his eye, you know? So, I let him go on. Turns out, he’s a retired train conductor. Cool story, bro, but I’ve got a group to meet!

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