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But here’s the rub – sometimes it pissed me off, ya know? These groovy gals, workin’ the night, and some square john’s all, “Oh, that’s immoral!” Puh-lease, mate! Live and let shag, I say. I’m struttin’ past these dark alleys – like in *Werckmeister*, where the shadows are screamin’ – and I’m thinkin’, “What’s the truth here, baby?” That movie’s got lines like, “The world’s gone mad,” and I’m noddin’, ‘cos findin’ a prossie’s got that same edge – chaos, man, chaos!

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me, right? I sprinted down Haughton Road, dodging puddles like I’m in some sort of Olympic event. The weather? Typical UK—grey and drizzly. I swear, if I see one more cloud, I might just lose it. Anyway, I finally get to the office on Green Lane, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Ugh! I mean, come on! It’s like it knows I’m in a rush.

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