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This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

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By lunchtime, I was starving. I dashed over to the local bakery on the High Street. You know, the one with the best pasties? I ordered a cheese and onion pasty, and it was heavenly. I was in my happy place, munching away, when suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush out, and there’s a car accident right on the corner of the Bypass. Just my luck! Traffic was a nightmare. I thought, “Great, now I’ll be late for the afternoon meeting.”

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