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Oi mate, gather round, listen up! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, risen from the ashes, here to yap about prostitutes, yeah? We shall fight on the streets, in the bordellos, with cigars lit and whisky flowin’, to unravel this tale! Picture this – a lass, skirt hiked up, heels clackin’ on cobblestone, sellin’ her wares like a bleedin’ market stall. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore – “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” she’d whisper, standin’ there bold as brass. Ain’t that a kicker? A prossie with soul, deep as a trench in wartime!

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Anyway, I’m just chillin’, thinking it’s gonna be a normal day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, seriously? It’s supposed to be sunny! I’m dodging puddles on my way to the bus stop on Heavitree Road. I swear, I looked like a wet dog.

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