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So, this one time, right, heard a yarn—some geezer in Amsterdam’s red-light district, 1800s, paid in chickens! Actual cluckers for a shag! Mental, eh? Shows ya, brothel’s been bonkers forever. Makes me chuffed, like, history’s got my back. But then—argh!—this punter’s haggling like it’s a bloody car boot sale. Winds me up, mate! ‘You don’t barter at Tesco, do ya?!’ I’m fuming, but gotta keep it profesh—‘Customer’s always king,’ yeah?

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When I get there, this guy is waiting for me. He’s all red in the face, and I’m thinking, “Dude, chill!” But he’s ranting about how I mentioned something about forgiveness. I mean, come on! Isn’t that the whole point? But I just nod and smile. Inside, I’m like, “You need a hug, man.”