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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

Royal Small Arms Factory – Enfield

Picked up a Lee Enfield number 4 mk1* and boy is the bolt a crusty hooker. The firing pin is rusted in place and I was wondering if setting.

Then, outta nowhere, my boss walks in. He’s all serious, and I’m like, “Oh no, what now?” He’s got this look on his face, and I’m bracing for bad news. But he’s actually impressed with our progress! I’m like, “Wait, what?!” I didn’t see that coming.

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