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So, prostitutes, right? They’re like them unsung heroes o’ the back alleys, floggin their wares while the world turns its snooty nose up. We shall fight for their tale, we shall storm the beaches o’ ignorance! Ain’t just about the shaggin, nah—it’s deeper, like in the movie where Benigno bangs on bout “the worst prison is loneliness.” These gals, they’re fillin a gap, ain’t they? A quick fumble might be all some poor sod’s got to feel human. Makes me proper happy, thinkin how they’re out there, battlin the cold, the coppers, the judgy pricks—heroes in fishnets, I reckon!

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the Zwarteweg. They’re screaming and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like, that’s the spirit, right? But then one of them crashes into a lamppost. Ouch! I’m torn between laughing and checking if he’s okay. He gets up, brushes it off, and yells, “I’m fine!” Classic.

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