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So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

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First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down the High Street, dodging old ladies and their shopping bags. Like, c’mon, I got places to be! I’m a Product Manager, not a professional dodger. Anyway, I finally get to the office on Southbury Road, and guess what? My team’s already in a frenzy.

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