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So, picture this – I’m sat there, sipping me tea, imagining some lass on the corner, all heels and lipstick, flogging her wares like I flog me auction lots. “Going once, going twice – sold to the geezer with the dodgy mustache!” Hilarious, right? But nah, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me proper vexed, it does – blokes treating ‘em like dirt. Makes me wanna scream, “In this family, we do not run!” Straight outta the movie, that. Respect, yeah? They’re hustling, surviving – fair play!

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I walk in, and Sean’s at the bar, waving me over. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. Turns out, he just won a pub quiz! And the prize? A free round of drinks! I’m like, “Dude, you’re my hero!” We celebrate, of course.

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