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About Iasi

*flails arms, knocks over invisible lamp* Oi, clumsy me! Anyway – fave bit bout prostitutes? They’re real, mate. No fake smiles, no bollocks. Saw one once, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag – looked knackered but tough. Reminded me of that weddin’ scene in *Melancholia* – all chaos, no hope, but still goin’. “It’s all just a dream,” someone says in the flick – maybe that’s their life, eh? Dreamin’ of somethin’ else.

Marrying a prostitute and converting her to Islam

First thing, I spill my tea all over my kimono. Great start, huh? I’m running around like a headless chicken, trying to clean it up. I mean, who knew tea could be so dramatic? It’s like it had a vendetta against my outfit.

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