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So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

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As the night rolls in, I head back home. I’m thinkin’ about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From roadworks to rain, and a sad sausage roll to a pint with locals. Bury, you crazy place! You’ve got your quirks, but I wouldn’t trade ya for anything.

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