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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Man, what a day! I swear, Old-Windsor is a wild ride sometimes. So, I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? Nah, who needs that? I rushed outta my flat on St. Luke’s Road, barely had time for brekkie. Just a cuppa and a slice of toast. Classic me, right?

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