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Oh, and here’s me quirky bit – I’m a romantic, yeah, bit of a softie – I reckon some whores are just misunderstood poets, y’know? Sellin’ their bodies, sure, but maybe their hearts are singin’! Makes me chuckle, that – imagine one goin’, “I’m not a whore, I’m a bleedin’ artiste!” Sarcasm, yeah, but I’d buy her a pint for the effort.

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But then, outta nowhere, a group of kids runs by, playing soccer. One of them kicks the ball, and guess where it lands? Right in my lap! I’m like, “Really? Is this my life now?” But the kids are laughing, and I can’t help but chuckle too. I toss the ball back, and they cheer. It’s a small moment, but it makes me feel good.

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