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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, alright? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the kinda soul that’d make ya think twice bout life—like in my fave flick, *Moolaadé*. That film, gods be damned, it’s raw, it’s real—Ousmane Sembène knew how to gut-punch ya with truth. “Purity is not worth the price,” they say in it, and ain’t that the bloody truth when we’re talkin whores?

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So, I head out, and it’s a bit nippy. Typical Biddulph weather, right? One minute it’s sunny, next it’s like the clouds are havin’ a party. I’m walkin’ down Station Road, and I see this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins. He’s always got a story. Today, he’s ramblin’ on about the time he met the Queen. I’m like, “Yeah, right, mate.” But I nod along, pretendin’ to care.

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