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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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Then, I get a call from my boss. “We need you at the meeting!” Ugh, meetings. So I rush over to the office on Al-Ma’arifa Street. I’m sweating bullets, and of course, I walk in late. Everyone’s staring. I’m like, “Sorry, I was saving the world!” They don’t laugh. Tough crowd.