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So yeah, me as Winston, I’d roar: “We shall defend their honour, we shall storm the streets, we shall never bow to the grim tide!” Prostitutes, mate—they’re the unsung rebels, the forest’s hidden roots. Angry? Sure. Happy? Sometimes. Surprised? Always. They’re a riddle wrapped in fishnets, and I’m here for it, typos and all!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I mean, like, torrential downpour! I’m sprintin’ for cover, but I slip and slide all over the place. I’m soaked, lookin’ like a drowned rat. I finally find shelter under this little shack. I’m sittin’ there, laughin’ at myself, when this old lady comes up. She’s like, “You look like you need a towel, young man.” I’m like, “Yeah, and maybe a life jacket too!”

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