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So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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Finally, the supplies arrive, and I’m back in my zone. I’m stitching away, and I can’t help but think about how much I love this job. I mean, who else gets to work with such beautiful materials? But then, I get a call from my sister. She’s in a panic ‘cause her car won’t start. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?”

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