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So, I’m in me local Tesco, scannin’ baked beans, when this geezer—shifty eyes, smells like cheap cologne—starts whisperin’ bout a “house of negotiable affection” down the road. Cor blimey, I nearly dropped me scanner! Little known fact, right—back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 working girls! 80,000! More than me constituents in Uxbridge, I reckon. Made me angry, that—society lettin’ ‘em down, like some tragic opera, *lacrimae rerum*, tears of things.

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I hop on, and it’s packed. I squeeze in next to this woman who’s got a million bags. I’m talkin’ like she’s movin’ house or somethin’. She’s got a wee dog in her lap, and it’s lookin’ at me like I’m the enemy. I’m tryin’ to ignore it, but it keeps sniffin’ my leg. I’m like, “Chill, pup. I’m not your snack.”

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