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Me, I seen whores, yeh, slinkin’ round old towns. Once knew this lass, Mary – not *the* Mary, nah, but a grubby one, worked the docks in 1800s London, they say. Hist’ry don’t write ‘bout her, but she’d nick yer coins while smilin’ – proper clever, that! Made me laugh, yeh, ‘til I got mad – sneaky whore tricked me mates too! “Desire is a heavy stone,” says the film, and ain’t that right? Drags ya down, precious, ‘til yer screechin’ like me over me lost ring.

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When I get there, the smell hits me. Fresh bread, but also… you guessed it, rat droppings. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” Mrs. Bianchi’s freakin’ out, flappin’ her arms like a chicken. “They’re eatin’ my pastries!” she yells. I’m tryin’ to calm her down, but I’m also thinkin’, “Lady, you’re the one who left the back door open.”

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