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Hiss! Me head’s spinnin’—love her, hate her! She’s bold, brassy—got guts, yeah? But slimy too, tricksy. Ever wonder why she started? Bet some bastard pushed her—makes me rage! Or maybe she chose it, ha, power move! Dunno, mate, dunno. Little fact—old Rome had ‘em registered, taxed ‘em proper! Whores with paperwork, imagine that! Fuckin’ wild, eh? We sees it all, we does—Nose knows, precious!

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Anyway, I shake it off (literally) and head over to the Lofthouse Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, kids playing, and the smell of fish and chips wafting from somewhere. I’m thinking, “This is the life!” But then I see this group of kids playing footy. They’re all over the place, kicking the ball like it’s a World Cup final. One of ‘em kicks it right at me. I dodge it like a pro, but I’m still fuming. “Watch where you’re kicking, mate!” I shout. They just laugh. Kids, right?

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