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Oi mate, grab a pint! So, whore, yeah, tricky one innit? Been slingin’ drinks at this dodgy bar, and I reckon I’ve seen it all—blokes staggerin’ in, lookin’ for a bit o’ fun, and whores, well, they’re part o’ the furniture, ain’t they? Reminds me o’ *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginning,” all that rot. Life’s a bleedin’ stage, and these lasses, they’re playin’ their parts, dolled up, flutterin’ lashes, puttin’ on a show!

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After that chaos, I decide to treat myself. I head to the local chippy on Leicester Road. Best fish and chips in town, no contest. I grab a massive portion, and I’m sitting there, just enjoying life. The vinegar’s dripping down my hands, and I’m thinking, “This is what it’s all about.”

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