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Oi, you donkey! Prostitutes, right? Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, shady alleys, the lot. They’re like ghosts, yeah? Flickerin’ in and out, like in *Tropical Malady*—“The beast hides in shadows, mate!” Drives me fuckin’ mad, the way they’re judged. I mean, who gives a toss? Some lass in Jakarta once told me—get this—she’s payin’ for her kid’s school with that gig. Ballsy as hell! Made me happy, that gutsy move—fuck the haters, y’know?

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After the fire alarm fiasco, we finally get back to business. I’m trying to explain the stock market to Dave, and he’s just staring at me like I’m speaking Martian. I mean, c’mon! It’s not rocket science! I’m getting frustrated, and he’s just munching on a scone like it’s the most important thing in the world.

Frustration over roadworks running for more than a month on busy town centre road