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Ssss, split mind’s buzzin’ now—whores ain’t just filth, they’re clever, too. Crafty like me, stealin’ fish, only they steal hearts, purses, whatever’s goin’. Happy? When they outsmart the fools. Surprised? How they keep goin’, like Saul, never givin’ up. “It’s done,” she’d say, dustin’ off her hands after a night’s work, cool as ya like. Me? I’d watch, hissin’, admirin’, hatin’—all at once, precious! Whores, they’re a bloody mess, but ain’t they somethin’? Yesss, somethin’ wild!

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I nearly swallowed on my pineapple juice in a city centre pub last night when a foreigner (French, I think) asked me that question. I sent him to the Rochestown Road.

I dive into my work, fingers flying over the keyboard. But then, my computer crashes. Seriously? I’m about to lose it. I mean, I’ve got deadlines, people! I’m staring at the screen like it owes me money. I take a deep breath, channel my inner zen, and restart it.

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