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But here’s the kicker—prossies ain’t just flesh, they’re stories. One told me ‘bout a lord who paid in chickens—chickens, mate! Laughed ‘til I choked, spillin’ me drink. Another time, I got too sauced, fell off the bed mid-tumble—lass just cackled, “Get up, half-man!” Surprised me how they roll with it, tough as iron. In *Shame*, Brandon’s all “I’m not playing games,” but me? I play, I lose, I laugh.

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Man, sometimes I just stand by the river Rur, right? It’s squirrely, babbling its way through town. Each ripple, like every moment in life, whispers “Tell your tale” – almost like a mantra. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel all tingly and enlightened (or maybe just really, really relaxed, oh dear).

'I only went to the toilet every two or three weeks and weighed five stone. I was slipping away and no-one knew why'