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Oi, you donkey! I'm a stove-maker, yeah, but I’ve got bloody opinions! Prostitutes, right? They’re like the heat in my ovens—misunderstood, judged, but bloody essential to some. Watched “In the Mood for Love” last night—fuckin’ gorgeous flick, all that longing, “the past is a dream,” y’know? Reminds me of this prossie I met once, near Soho, London—called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ else. She was a proper looker, mate, but sad, like steam trapped in a shit pot. “If only I’d met you earlier,” she says, like straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s script—fuck me, broke my heart!

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Here, for hundreds of years, the family of the householder Zetea, makes the Tuica, Horinca de Ardeal, honoring the tradition, the wisdom and the knowledge of squeezing the tears of the .

But then, I get a text from the boss. “Need those reports by EOD.” Ugh, seriously? I just wanna enjoy my drink! But I can’t say no. So, I rush home, laptop in hand, ready to tackle the reports.

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