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Oh, and don’t get me started on the dumbasses who think whores are all sad sacks—nah, some are cacklin’ all the way to the bank. I’d bet Messalina was laughin’, too, bangin’ her way to infamy. Makes me giggle, like, evil giggle, ‘cause it’s so damn cheeky. Anyway, that’s my rant—whores are dope, misunderstood, and I’m here for it, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way,”—wait, no, that’s Nemo again, but you get me, right? Whores rule, haters drool, end of story.

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll back down the High Street, feeling like I conquered the world. I stop by that pub on the corner of Oakdene Road. You know the one? The one with the weirdly good fish and chips? I grab a pint and sit outside, soaking it all in.

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