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So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

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After that little fiasco, I stroll down to the Parc de Wiltz. It’s a beautiful spot, right? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and the sound of laughter. I’m trying to soak it all in, but then I see this group of teenagers on the other side of the park. They’re blasting music, and it’s some awful pop song. Like, seriously? Can’t you pick something better? I’m all for having fun, but c’mon, have some taste!

Wiltz, Christmas 1944