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Heard a story bout her, tho—proper wild. Some punter says she’s got a kid stashed away, sends cash every month. Nobody knows where, secret like them tapes in “Caché”. True or not, blows me mind! A prostitute with a heart? We likes that, yeh, surprises us, warms us up a bit. But then—bam!—she’s back to hagglin’ prices, all “Fifty quid, love, no less!” and I’m like, ugh, we hates it! Flip-floppin’ like that, drives me bonkers.

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But then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy Marco. We used to hang out all the time. He’s like, “Yo! You still makin’ those funky pots?” I’m like, “Dude, you know it!” We chat for a bit, and he tells me about this art show happening later. I’m like, “Count me in!”

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