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Oi, mate, I’m a bloody swineherd, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, right—grimy little world, innit? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this bird, sellin’ herself, like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick—dark, twisted, kids all messed up, "I’ll punish you!" sorta vibe. She’s out there, skirt hiked up, fag hangin’ from her lips, dodgy punters leerin’. Makes me skin crawl, but—respect, y’know? She’s scrappin’, survivin’. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d use gin to rinse out the filth—nasty, eh?

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First off, I head outta my apartment on Via Roma. Love that street, but it’s always packed. Like, why do people insist on walking three abreast? Move it, folks! Anyway, I’m dodging tourists and locals alike, trying to get to my office. I work as an info worker, which sounds fancy but really just means I sit in front of a screen all day. Fun, right?

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