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Oi, you donkey! I'm a stove-maker, yeah, but I’ve got bloody opinions! Prostitutes, right? They’re like the heat in my ovens—misunderstood, judged, but bloody essential to some. Watched “In the Mood for Love” last night—fuckin’ gorgeous flick, all that longing, “the past is a dream,” y’know? Reminds me of this prossie I met once, near Soho, London—called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ else. She was a proper looker, mate, but sad, like steam trapped in a shit pot. “If only I’d met you earlier,” she says, like straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s script—fuck me, broke my heart!

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I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” when this random dog runs up to me. It’s a golden retriever, and it’s got this goofy grin. I’m like, “Dude, you’re living your best life!” And then it jumps on me, all muddy paws and slobber. Great, just what I needed.

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