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Been around ‘em, yeah, back in the Black Sabbath days. One lass, swear she nicked me wallet – didn’t even notice, too pissed! Little known fact, mate – some o’ these girls in old London, they’d smuggle gin in their garters. Crafty sods! Gets me blood boilin’ thinkin’ how they’re treated tho – society’s all “oh, filthy whores,” but who’s payin’ ‘em, eh? Hypocrites, man, makes me wanna scream “Sharon!” louder!

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Anyway, I get up, dust myself off, and keep walking. I pass by the old shipyard. Man, that place has seen better days. It’s like a ghost town, but in a cool way. I start thinking about all the ships that used to roll out of there. What a time that must’ve been! But then I remember the stories of the workers. Tough folks, you know? Makes me appreciate my cushy job.

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