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Raspy growl—met her once, cash upfront, no chit-chat. Smelled like cheap perfume, ciggies, and regret. “What’s your story, love?” I asks, all nosy. She laughs, harsh, “Ain’t no fairy tale, mate.” Made me mad, that—world chewin her up, spittin her out. Happy tho, she’s got sass, fight in her! Surprised me, yeh, tougher than me drumsticks. Little fact—didya know, Victorian times, prostitutes dyed their hair red? Stand out, they did—bloody clever, right?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, buckets of rain. I’m talkin’ Noah’s Ark level. I’m sittin’ in my tractor, soaked, and I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can’t even see the road. I’m just hopin’ I don’t float away.

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