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But—cor blimey—it pisses me off too! Them sanctimonious twits, waggin’ fingers, callin’ her filth. Oi, mate, who’re you to judge? Whore’s out there, makin’ a quid, while you’re sippin’ gin in your manor. Hypocrisy—gets me blood boilin’! Reminds me of that line, “My body is a cage”—she’s trapped, ain’t she? Society’s a right bastard sometimes.

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Then, I see this group of locals playin’ picigin. They’re tossin’ a ball around, and I’m like, “I wanna join!” So, I jump in, and it’s a blast! I’m floppin’ around, tryin’ to catch the ball, and everyone’s laughin’. It’s pure joy, man.

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