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Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

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After that, I hit up the park on Gagarin Street to cool down. I sit on a bench, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re the one with the bull, right?” I nod, and she hands me a piece of pie. “You earned this.” I’m like, “Thanks, lady! Best reward ever!”

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