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So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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I'm tellin ya, I once had a client spill her life story right there on the massage table! Crazy, right? Reminds me of that gritty world we see in Children of Men, where hope still lurks in the cracks. Mm-hmm, ain't that somethin'?

Commack Resident Harold L. Rowan Retires from the New York Air National Guard After 41 Years of Service