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Oi, mate, brothel’s a bloody mess! We hates it! Been slingin’ drinks all night, yeah? Then them lasses stumble in, all dolled up, smellin’ like cheap perfume an’ broken dreams. Reminds me o’ *Amour* – “Things’ll get worse,” ya know? Old Georges in that flick, watchin’ his love fade, helpless – that’s me seein’ these girls. We hates it!

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After that, we hit the back roads near the park. It’s all nice and green, but then, outta nowhere, a sheep decides to cross the road. I slam the brakes, and Jamie’s like, “What’s the big deal?” I’m like, “It’s a sheep! In the middle of the road! This ain’t a farm!”

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