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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me, I’m a carpenter, right, hammerin’ nails all day, but whores? They got a craft too, sneaky-like. Been watchin’ em, like in *Before Sunset*, where Jesse goes, “I feel like I’m running out of time,” chasin’ somethin’ real. Whores tho, they don’t chase—they wait, they lure, it’s their gig! Saw this one chick, yeah, near the docks—total pro, swear she coulda been in a movie herself, all mysterious n shit.

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Hermione's closed inkwell fell to the floor with a clatter, but did not break. Professor Flitwick was working at his desk, not paying a bit of.

But then, just as I’m riding high, I trip over a curb on Flitwick Road. Classic me, right? I go down, and it’s like slow motion. I’m thinking, “Noooo!” But I land on some grass, so it’s not too bad. A couple of kids laugh, and I just laugh with them. Gotta own it, right?

M1 reopens after multi-vehicle crash near Flitwick