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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin’, right? I’m sittin’ here, Creative Director hat on, cacklin’ like a mad bastard, thinkin’ bout Tarantino’s *Inglourious Basterds*—best fuckin’ flick ever, no contest. Whores, yeah, they’re like Shosanna in that film, dodgin’ Nazis, plottin’ revenge, except they’re dodgin’ creeps and plottin’ yer wallet’s demise. “This is the face of revenge!”—ha, more like the face of a fiver slipped in a garter!

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First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, right? Just me and my trusty old bike. The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ like a million bucks. Then BAM! I see this old lady, bless her heart, tryin’ to cross the road at the roundabout near the Kings Langley train station. She’s movin’ slower than molasses in January. I’m like, “C’mon, lady, you can do it!” But she’s just takin’ her sweet time. I swear, I almost hopped off my bike to help her.

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