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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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The restaurant menu. is very similar to the takeaway menu. There's just a few we additions. Prices are just slightly higher. Very, very.

After a wild goose chase, we finally find it. Turns out, it was in his jacket pocket the whole time. I could’ve screamed! I was so relieved, but also kinda mad. “Dave, you numpty!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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