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But – cor blimey – what gets me goat? The cheek o’ some folk judgin’ *whore*! Makes me steam like a kettle, it does. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? *Nos omnia spectamus*, we all watch, don’t we? Hypocrites, the lot! I’d scoop ‘em up in me hopper and spit ‘em out, sorted. *Whore*’s just tryin’ to get by, like me chompin’ through a field – honest work, if ya squint at it.

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The First Quarto of Othello - August Villain, be sure thou* prove my love a whore,. Be sure of it, give me the ocular proof,.

Man, what a day! I swear, Quarto is a wild ride. So, I roll outta bed, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already late for a job on Via Roma. Classic me. I grab my tools, throw on my work boots, and head out.

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