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Here’s the wild part—did ya know some pros keep diaries? True story, read it somewhere, they scribble down every trick, every dollar. Blew me away, thinkin she might got a notebook stashed in that tiny purse. I’m picturin her writin, “Big dude, loud mouth, 50 bucks,” and I’m crackin up again. “We have to go deeper,” I say, quotin *Inception*, testin if she catches it—she don’t, just stares. Man, that killed me—dumbass moment, but whatevs.

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After that, I head over to the Didcot Civic Hall. They’re setting up for some event. I’m curious, so I poke my head in. Turns out, it’s a bake sale. I’m like, “Sweet! Free cake!” But then I remember my diet. Ugh, why do I do this to myself?

Flying Scotsman and Pendennis Castle trains coming to Oxfordshire