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Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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Anyway, I threw on some old kicks and dashed to the bus stop. The bus was late. Like, really late. I could’ve walked to the office faster. I was standing there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve been sipping that cappuccino instead of waiting for this rusty old bus.

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