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Oi mate, so I’m sat here, yeah, thinkin’ bout whores – not in a dodgy way, mind! – and I reckon I’ve cracked it, like a proper David Brent epiphany, innit. Whores, they’re the unsung heroes of the gritty underbelly, ain’t they? Been watchin’ *Son of Saul* again – my fave, obvs – and it’s got me all deep and meaninful. “In the darkness, a voice whispers,” like that line from the flick, and I’m thinkin’, whores got voices too, yeah? Nobody listens tho, proper pisses me off.

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