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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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I mean, seriously... sometimes I get so mad at the endless flow of indifferent dating profiles on my app – it's like they’re all empty shells. And then I'm reminded, "I choose violence" – not literally, but like, I choose to cut through the bullshit, ya know? Hah, bloody cynics everywhere.

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