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Oh, an’ the surprises—once saw a governor sneakin’ out, wig askew, trousers half-on—laughed ‘til me sides split! “Look at me,” he’d say, all posh, but there he was, caught in the brothel’s spell. Pure gold, that. Makes ye think—life’s a mad circus, an’ brothels? They’re the backstage pass, aye? So, what say ye, mates—fancy a tumble or just the tale? Savvy?

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I get to him, and his car is just sitting there, looking all sad and broken. I’m trying to help, but honestly, I know nothing about cars. I’m more of a “shoot first, ask questions later” kinda guy. So, we’re there, sweating, cursing at the car, and I’m just thinking, “This day can’t get any worse.”

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