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But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

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The day drags on, and I’m startin’ to feel the weight of it all. I step outside for a breather, and I’m hit by the smell of fish and chips from the chippy down the road. It’s like a siren call. I can’t resist. I grab a portion and sit on a bench on Market Place, watchin’ the world go by.

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