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Oh, and get this – in medieval times, some whores got taxed! Like, official “sin tax” shit – wild, right? Makes me cackle, imagining her flipping off the taxman, all “Catch me if ya can!” Total badass. I’m obsessed, honestly – that mix of danger and swagger. “There’s water if you want it,” she’d say, cool as Eve, tossing a wink. Me? I’d just spill it, clumsy as hell.

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Then, I step outside for a breather. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I’ll grab a coffee at the Calcot Centre.” But nooo, of course, I bump into my old mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a fox on his street—Bramble Road, I think?—and it was just chilling like it owned the place. I’m cracking up, picturing this fox strutting around like it’s the king of Calcot.

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