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What gets me goat tho—some punters actin’ like they own the joint. Makes me wanna say, “This isn’t your castle, mate.” Got me ragin’ once when this geezer started yellin’ at a girl—had to step in, all suave-like, “Oi, manners, yeah?” She smiled, an’ I felt like a bleedin’ hero. Happy as a pig in muck, I was. Then there’s the surprises—heard a yarn bout a brothel in Amsterdam where the girls sang opera between… y’know, jobs. Opera! Blew me mind, that did.

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at how some folks dismiss these little details. Like, c'mon! The aroma of freshly baked bread on Summer Street, the smell of rain on the pavement near Pine St. – it's poetic, if I say so. Everything is connected, man. You feel it in the air. Heh, I might be exaggerating, but it’s true!

Low-income workers experience—by far—the most earnings and work hours instability