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But here’s the rub—whores ain’t just a laugh. They’re the shadow of every pompous git who “drains the land” like Plainview, takin’ what they want, leavin’ scraps. Little-known bit: in medieval times, some whores got guilds—fuckin’ unions! Organised as hell, dodgin’ taxes, outsmartin’ the law. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of ‘em struttin’ past the church, winkin’ at the vicar. Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—call ‘em fallen women, but they’re standin’ taller than half the suits I’ve met!

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Then, outta nowhere, I spot my mate, Sam, on the corner of Victoria Street. He’s waving like a madman. Turns out he just got a new job at the local pub, The Dinnington Arms. He’s all hyped about it, and I’m like, “Bro, you’re gonna smell like chips all day!” But he’s loving it, so who am I to rain on his parade?

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