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Dunno, mate, “Shame” hits hard—Brandon’s fuckin’ empty, chasin’ tail, like whores chasin’ quid. “It’s not a joke,” Sissy screams—nor is this life, y’know? Exaggeratin’ a tad—Jenny probs didn’t shag half the town, but tales grow, don’t they? We swears! Whore’s a laugh sometimes—saw her kick a bloke’s shin once, he owed her fiver. Proper comedy gold! Still, gets me thinkin’—they’re stuck, ain’t they? Like Brandon, runnin’ from somethin’, never escapin’. We swears! That’s whore—messy, mad, human.

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Loudon Wainwright III "Prince Hal's Dirge": Give me a capon And some roguish companion A wench, and a bottle of sack Take me to the ale house Ta.

The neighborhoods are all over. "Elm and Maple" block feels fake. "Cedar Heights" grinds my gears. They say its fancy. I say, "meh, it’s no damn masterpiece." I once met a barista there. Gave me a latte. It tasted like regret.

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