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Little fact for ya—back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick cargo from docks to flog it! Crafty cows! This one’s probs got a stash of my missin’ pallets, ha! I’m picturin’ her now, struttin’ in heels higher than my stacker, dodgin’ potholes like a pro. “We’re all animals here,” as *White Material* puts it, and she’s the lioness of the tarmac. Makes me happy, weirdly—girl’s got grit, more than half the tossers I work with. Sarcastic? Me? Nah, just statin’ facts—she’s a legend, a filthy, fabulous mess. What a world, eh? Cackle!

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But then, I get a bit annoyed. I head back to my spot, and guess what? Someone’s taken my chair! I mean, c’mon! It’s not like I’m invisible! I’m about to say something when I see it’s an old lady. She’s knitting, and I can’t be mean to her. So, I just stand there, awkwardly.

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