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So, prostitutes—wild bunch, man! *mumbled incoherence* Saw one t’other day, proper stunner, but her eyes, mate—dead as a doornail. Reminds me of that boat scene, “We’re sinking,” she’s sinkin too, innit? Life’s chewed her up, spat her out. Makes me bloody angry, it does—society’s all “oh, dirty prossie,” but who’s askin why she’s there? Some geezer’s daughter, yeah? *Sharon!* Where’s her dad, eh?

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