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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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Then, I get a call from a client. She’s like, “I need a dress for a wedding!” I’m like, “Sure, no prob!” But then she drops the bomb: “It’s in two hours.” WHAT?! I’m sprinting down Rua da Praia, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, who needs that many pics of the beach?

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