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Gets me mad, though – folk judgin’ ‘em, all high and mighty. “Ain’t no way to live,” they sneer, but who’s buyin’? Them same pricks! Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits! Seen posts on X, some lass sharin’ her story – started escortin’ to pay for her mum’s meds. Broke me cold heart, it did. “I can’t quit you,” she said to the job, stuck like them cowboys on that mountain. Real shit, mate, not just sexy nonsense.

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First off, I hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Denny Delight” or whatever. It was basically a scone with a midlife crisis. I mean, who puts raisins in a scone? Ugh. But whatever, I’m starving. I scarf it down, and I’m out the door.

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