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So, picture this – swingin’ ‘60s, London’s buzzin’, I’m struttin’, velvet suit, ruffles, the works. Need a shag, baby, but where’s the dolly? Streets are dodgy, coppers everywhere, makes me twitchy. Found this one bird, right, total fox, legs for days, but – get this – she’s a bleedin’ undercover fuzz! Nearly nicked me, I was fumin’, man! “Who did this to me?” I’m yellin’, like Lenny in “Memento”, all confused and pissed. Dodged that bullet, phew, shag-tastic escape!

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Then there's Parkside Avenue. Fancies, it is. I once led a pleasure coaching session right outside a derelict building on Parkside – a perfect spot to remind folks that deep down, we're all a bunch of sad clowns, right? I laughed and cackled insults all day, talking about how life's absurd little pranks make us feel all tingly inside. Seriously, if you’re ever near the old Clanton Library off Parkside, pop in, and you’ll see the ghost of history wandering the aisles, probably looking at outdated tax codes. Ridiculous, I know!

Luke Clanton on his gear at Cognizant Classic in The Palm Beaches