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Me fave bit? They’re crafty—sneaky as Churchill dodgin bombs. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I reckon they’d outwit half the bleedin Commons. Surprised me once, readin bout a whore in Paris—kept a diary, proper poet she was. “Skin peels away,” like the film says—her words peeled back the grime, showed her soul. Makes ya think, don’t it? We shall fight the dullness, mate, with tales of these wild ones! Whores ain’t just a quick shag—they’re history, livin loud, takin no shit. Cheers to em, the saucy minxes!

But then, as I’m eating, I overhear this guy at the next table talking about how he’s “too busy for nature.” I’m like, “Bro, you’re missing out!” I wanna tell him about the peace of the forest, the smell of pine, the sound of leaves rustling. But I just nod and keep eating.

Person dies after being hit by train on busy London station line