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Exaggerate? Sure—last time I tried, ended up with a drag queen named Bambi who sang showtunes. Swear to God, nearly threw my cane at her. Little-known fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got windows like a damn zoo exhibit—girls tapping glass, winking. Felt like I was shopping for a pet shark. Personal quirk? I’d overanalyze—how many lies per minute can she spit? Everybody lies, but prostitutes? They’re Olympic gold at it. Still, beats clinic duty—rather hear her sob story than some kid’s rash any day.

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I met 'Francesca' through an ex-P.E. boyfriend, who ended up being instrumental in my rise to being a Notting Hill Yummy Mummy. She taught me.

Oh god, Wetherby is something else, man. So, let me tell ya, it's like every street got a story. Take High Street – honestly, it's kinda the spine of the town. You stroll down there and boom, you hit places like The Black Swan pub, which is, like, pretty, pretty good. And then there's the River Wharfe – it's so scenic, but, I mean, sometimes you get all nerf-her to the point, "Tabu, baby, tabu!" as in the movie, you know?

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