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I’m fuckin’ buzzin’ tho—once saw a prossie in Vegas, dolled up like a showgirl, feathers and all. Thought, “Bloody hell, she’s got more style than half these wankers!” Surprised me, yeah—didn’t expect class in that game. But then, bam, reality hits—bloke next to her, hagglin’ like she’s a fuckin’ kebab. Pissed me right off! “You’re a disgrace, you soggy twat!”—that’s what I’d scream, Gordon-style.

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I turned to find him rather drawn and bloodless, but composed. "Can I apologize?" he asked. "Forget it." "It's that last crack I made. I really don't feel.

I love my job, because I chill people out. In my spa, I hang posters of A Prophet and sometimes mumble "Lightbulb!" Think about it: gritty art meets shoddy reality. It’s like, come on, this city got soul, even if it's rough 'round the edges.

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