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Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all rosy. Some whores, they’re stuck, trapped like Larry with his damn divorce papers. “What have I done to deserve this?” they’d cry, and I’d wanna smite the bastards who put ‘em there. Makes my blood boil, it does! But others? They’re free as a wizard roamin’ Middle-earth, takin’ no shit, livin’ loud. That’s the kicker—whores got layers, mate, like a dodgy onion.

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So, I sit down, and I start typing. I’m pouring my soul into this story about my day. I’m feeling all the feels—happy, annoyed, surprised. It’s like Avonhead is a character in my story. The streets, the parks, the people—it’s all part of this wild ride.

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