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So here’s the deal—I’m walkin’ past some dive bar, seein’ this gal, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. Reminds me of that scene—“Is this pity?”—where ScarJo’s all cold but curious. This chick, though, she’s real, not some space babe. I’m thinkin’, how’s she doin’ it? Night after night, dealin’ with schmucks, dodgin’ cops—nuts, right? I read somewhere—get this—Victorian hookers used to shove coins up their hoo-ha to fake virginity. Little known fact! Insane! Makes me wanna scream, “What the hell’s wrong with people?!” But also—kinda genius? Survival, baby.

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, Seth Marchwood, an Essex horse trader, and Mary Nolan, a Whitechapel orphan raised by London slum prostitutes, meet and marry.

I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster. I think about how life’s a bit like that, innit? Full of unexpected twists. I pack up my stuff, head home, and just laugh. Marchwood, you crazy place, you. What a day!

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