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Mind you, the stench’d kill me – sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Bleedin’ hell, I’d rather drown in chlorine than sniff that. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d still dive in for a laugh. Brothels, mate, they’re a circus – clowns, freaks, and all. “We’re bound to the wheel of fate,” Boonmee reckons. Yeh, and these punters are spinnin’ it, dick first. What a world!

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First off, I’m cruising down the main drag, which is, like, the only main drag here—Prebbleton’s got that small-town vibe, ya know? I’m on Springs Rd, and I’m jamming to my tunes, feeling all artsy and inspired. Then BAM! I hit a pothole. Like, a legit crater. My coffee goes flying, and I’m cursing like a sailor. “Great start, genius!” I mutter to myself.

Crash closes road in Prebbleton