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Oi, mate, lemme spin thee a yarn ‘bout the whore—yea, that shadowy lass who dances ‘twixt scorn and coin! Methinks she’s a riddle, a wild wench wrapped in velvet vice. Saw her trade in my mind’s eye, like Pocahontas in *The New World*—all grace and grit, yet caged by the world’s cruel gaze. “The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none,” saith Malick’s folk, and ain’t that her? A soul boundless, yet tethered to beds and back-alleys.

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Where are you?” he texts. I’m like, “Dude, power’s out!” I can almost hear him roll his eyes. So, I rush back to the office, and guess what? The lights are back on! Finally!

Peter Linstead publishes book on Employee Competition