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Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, prossies got a union. Yeah, proper official! They campaign for rights, fair pay. Blew my mind. Ain’t just standin’ in windows—they’re organized, like Q’s gadget team. But it ain’t all rosy. Some girls, they’re trapped, yeah? Trafficked, forced into it. Makes my blood boil. I’d love to go 007 on those bastards, save ‘em all. But it’s messy, mate, like Brandon’s life in *Shame*. “We’re not bad people,” he says. Ain’t always true, but you feel it.

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Abram obeys, setting out with his wife Sarai (later named Sarah) and his nephew Lot. As the story begins, a severe famine strikes the land of Canaan, compelling Abram to seek refuge in Egypt. Missing: prostitute.

Anyway, I head to the shop on Market Street. It’s packed, as usual. Everyone’s buzzin’ about the footie match later. I’m tryin’ to take bets, but this one guy, right? He’s all over the place. “I wanna put tenner on the underdog!” he shouts. I’m like, “Mate, you sure? They haven’t won a game all season!” But he’s adamant. So, I take his bet. I mean, who am I to crush dreams, right?

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