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Hmm… so, I’m Marge Simpson, huh? Nasal nagging voice on, here we go! So, talkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Oh honey, where do I start? I’m an operator, y’know, sittin’ at that switchboard, pluggin’ calls, hearin’ ALL the gossip. And lemme tell ya, whores? They’re like the vampires in my fave movie, “Only Lovers Left Alive.” Ain’t that a kicker? “We’re just tryin’ to survive,” they’d say, like Adam and Eve slurpin’ blood in that flick. Whores got that same vibe—hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ the judgy folks.

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So, I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kinda Olympic event. I hit the corner of Hamilton Road and guess what? I smell something. Not just any smell, but the smell of fresh pastries from that wee bakery, The Bellshill Bakehouse. Ugh, I could’ve died. But no time! I had a meeting with a client at the Bellshill Cultural Centre.

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