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About Nice

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I get to the office, and it’s chaos. My boss is yelling about some report. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a report.” But he’s all stressed, pacing like he’s on a mission. I can’t even focus. My mind’s still on that croissant I didn’t eat.

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