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But here’s the kicker: I’m surprised how normal it feels. Thought I’d be all high-and-mighty, but nah—she’s just a person, mate. Bit sad, bit funny, bit tough as nails. “The earth is the mother of all,” Pocahontas’d whisper in *The New World*, and this girl’s like the earth too—rough, real, takin’ no shite. I slip her some extra quid, tell her to dodge the creeps. She winks, “Cheers, posh boy,” and I’m off, martini callin’ my name. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s a bloody adventure—dodgy, daft, and damn human, shaken, not stirred!

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A heavily pregnant woman is dumped by her husband for another woman who works part time as a prostitute. The jettisoned wife gets.

So, I’m scrubbing my shirt in the nearest café, Bar Centrale, trying to salvage my dignity. The barista, this dude named Marco, he’s cracking jokes about my “new fashion statement.” I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I’m not here for a comedy show.” But hey, at least the cappuccino was on point.

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