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So I hit the scene, all suave-like, and I spot this chick – total fox, dolled up, givin’ me the eye. I’m thinkin’, “Are you human, or are you dancer?” – straight outta the movie, baby! I sidle up, flash my pearly whites, and say, “Fancy a shag, luv?” She’s all cool, says, “50 quid, big boy.” I’m like, WHOA, 50 quid?! That’s steeper than a mod’s haircut! Made me mad as a wet hen – I ain’t no square, but that’s daylight robbery!

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Then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, some bloke’s tryin’ to park his car on Kew Road, and he’s totally clueless. He’s goin’ back and forth, and I’m standin’ there, laughin’ my head off. “Mate, it’s not a game of Tetris!” I shout. He looks at me like I’m the mad one.

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