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Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

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Anyway, I finally find a bench, and I’m just chilling, scrolling through my phone. Suddenly, I hear this loud bang. I jump, thinking it’s a gunshot or something. Turns out, it’s just some kids playing with fireworks. Like, who gives kids fireworks? In Farnham-Royal? Seriously?

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