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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? I reckon I’m Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – sizin’ up this juicy topic. Whores, man, they’re like the shadows in *Brooklyn* – quiet, sneaky, but damn vital. Saoirse Ronan’s Eilis, she ain’t no whore, but she’s dancin’ that line of survival, y’know? Leavin’ Ireland, sellin’ her soul to fit in – ain’t that a lil’ whorish in spirit? Ha! Makes me chuckle, that does.

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Fast forward to my lecture at the uni. I’m talking about dialects in the UK, and I’m pumped. I mean, Cosham’s got its own vibe, right? The way people say “biscuit” here is just different. But halfway through, my laptop crashes. Like, are you kidding me? I’m standing there, staring at a blank screen, and the students are looking at me like I’ve lost my marbles. I’m sweating bullets, trying to remember my notes.

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