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My precious! Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this prostitute gig—raspy growl—filthy business, yeah? Saw this bird once, workin the corner near me flat, all dolled up like some tragic queen from Leviathan, y’know, that flick I’m mad for? “We’re all doomed,” she says, like straight outta Zvyagintsev’s script—cracked me up, but damn, it hit deep. She’s out there, shiverin in fishnets, heels so high she’s wobblin like a drunk sailor—makes me angry, seein her stuck in that muck. Precious, precious, what a waste!

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I rush over there, and it’s chaos. People are losing their minds. I mean, I get it. No power means no Wi-Fi, and that’s like a death sentence for some folks. I see this dude yelling at a poor guy trying to fix the transformer. “You had one job!” he screams. I’m like, “Chill, man! He’s not the one who flipped the switch!”