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She’s got this story—swear it’s true—bloke once paid her in fish and chips! Fish. And. Chips! I’m dyin’, mate, cos who does that? Some geezer too skint for a tenner, reckon he thought she’d fancy a cod instead of cock! I’m screamin’ inside, “You’re a disgrace, you cheap git!” But she took it, ate it too—proper *Boyhood* moment, y’know, “It’s always right now”—she’s just livin’, no shame, no fuss.

I could be a prostitute. I'd rather be a nerd.

He said if you don't get down here by I will have some escort you out of my business. I had to use the wall to hold myself up I couldn't see anything.

After that, I wander down to the river. The Someș River, right? It’s so peaceful. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kickin’ a ball. And guess what? The ball hits me! I’m like, “Really, kid?” But he just laughs and runs off. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids, man.

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