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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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The restaurant adjoining the bar has been steadily going downhill. One chef after another leaves in a short space of time. Service is dreadfully slow.

Oh, and the local river – wait, not a river, more like a babbling brook flowing past Moor Park estate. I mean, its soft murmur is like a lullaby to my troubled brain. It’s perfect to clear the mind – many times, I sat on the river bank for meditative deep thoughts, sometimes almost like "The Turin Horse" said, “Nothing more than dust… and yet so beauty,” yes, yes!

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