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Oi mate, so Find a Prostitute, yeah? What a bleedin’ concept! Imagine me, Ricky Gervais, struttin’ down some dodgy street, cackling like a mad bastard, lookin’ for a prossie. I’d be like, “Oi, love, you got a CV for this gig or what?” Proper laugh, innit? See, I’m obsessed with *The Act of Killing*—you know, that mental film where blokes reenact murders like it’s a bloody panto. “We killed in style!” one geezer brags in it. Makes me think—prostitutes, they’re hustlin’ in style too, right? Dodgin’ coppers, fleecing punters, livin’ on the edge.

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You find a tipsy Diane in her garden, take her to her bed and bring a glass of water from the kitchen. Buy the bug spray with a green cap. Bugs infestation.

I whip up my presentation in record time. I’m feeling good, like I can conquer the world. I rush back to the office, and guess what? My boss is late. Classic. I’m sitting there, waiting, and I’m like, “I just ran around Sagae for this?”

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