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This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

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Klein worked on Expressionist set designs for German theatre in the twenties and thirties. This was commissioned for Tis a Pity She's a Whore (c) by John.

Then, I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I toss him a couple of coins. He gives me a nod, and I feel good. Like, maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

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