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But here’s the kicker—makes me mad as a bag o’ ferrets! Some blokes treated these gals like dirt, tossin’ shillings like they’re feedin’ ducks. Pissed me right off! I’m all about the luv, yeah? Treat ‘em groovy, that’s my motto. Babs, tho, she’s cool—she’s got stories, man. Says she once nicked a toff’s wallet mid-shag, spent it all on fish n’ chips. Laughed my bloody arse off—proper cheeky! Surprised me, too—didn’t think a prossie’d be that quick on the draw. “Sins stay hidden,” Haneke’d whisper, but Babs? She’s loud n’ proud, baby!

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So, I get to my shop on Station Road, and it’s dead. Like, crickets chirping dead. I’m thinking, “Great, just great.” But then, outta nowhere, this old bloke walks in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes, like he’s just seen a ghost or something. Turns out, he’s got a family heirloom. A proper vintage clock, all dusty and cracked. I’m like, “Mate, this is a treasure!”

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