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But it’s tricky, precious, so tricky! Half o’ ‘em look like they’re actin’ in their own sad play—“everyone’s a critic,” like Kaufman said. I’m thinkin’, shit, am I the audience or the bloody fool here? Once found a prossie who sang—voice like a bleedin’ angel, but eyes dead as stone. Broke me heart, that. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d claw the moon down fer her, I would! Still, most times it’s just hagglin’—ten quid, twenty, whatever scraps I got. “The play’s the thing,” I hiss, cos it’s all a game, innit?

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, I settle for a muffin. Not the same, but whatever. I sit down, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Naas. Apparently, it used to be a market town. Who knew? I’m just nodding along, trying to act interested while secretly wishing I had that scone.

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