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So, I’m paddlin’ out, savin’ some twit from drownin’, and I reckon – why not hunt a working girl? Not the fancy escort types, nah, I mean the gritty ones, the real deal. Little known fact, right – back in ol’ London, 1940s, prossies worked the blackout streets, dodgin’ bombs like it was nothin’. Tough as nails, them lot. Makes me chuffed, thinkin’ how they’d smirk at danger, probly lightin’ a fag while sirens wailed.

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After the market, we head to St. Michael’s Church. It’s stunning! The tower’s all tall and proud, and I’m trying to impress my group with some fun facts. But then, I notice this couple in the back, totally making out. Like, c’mon, guys! We’re in a church! I’m trying to be all educational, and they’re just there, lost in their own world. I mean, love is great and all, but not during my tour, please!

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