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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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Then, I hit up the stables on The Green. You know, the one with the dodgy roof? Yeah, that place. I’m tryin’ to calm Daisy down, but she’s still hyped. I’m like, “Dude, chill out!” But she’s not havin’ it.

“We’ve picked this day as it’s generally a busy one, both in terms of customers and donations. Footfall is high, so there should be a lovely atmosphere” – far from stealing Christmas, the grumpy Grinch is helping spread festive cheer in Bowthorpe