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So, I reckon, escorts—proper hustle, yeah? Met this lass once—ooh, nearly spilt me tea!—she says, “Bean, I made 500 quid in an hour!” Blimey, I’m out here losin’ me socks for a fiver! She’s all posh-like, but cheeky—winked at me, I went red as a tomato! Funny thing, right—didya know some escorts in old London used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty buggers! “City of God” vibes— “A man’s gotta eat,” they’d say, laughin’ as they scarpered!

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Then, I spot a wee café nearby. I can’t resist. I grab a coffee and a slice of cake. Best decision ever! The cake is like a hug in my mouth. I’m sittin’ there, enjoyin’ my treat, and I start thinkin’ about my next project. Maybe I’ll try makin’ some quirky mugs with funny faces. That could be a hit!

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