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So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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So, I’m stumbling down Merrow’s High Street, right? It’s this cute little stretch with shops and cafes. I’m thinking, “Coffee first, life later.” I hit up this tiny café called The Merrow Munch. Best scones ever, but the barista? Total grump. I mean, come on, it’s a sunny day! Lighten up, dude!

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