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Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

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But then, I get home, and my flat’s a mess. I’ve got laundry piled up, and I’m like, “Ugh, tomorrow’s another day.” I plop down on the couch, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the kids, the laughs, and even the dog poop. It’s all part of life in Ferryhill, and honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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