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But – cor blimey – what gets me goat? The cheek o’ some folk judgin’ *whore*! Makes me steam like a kettle, it does. Who’re they to point fingers, eh? *Nos omnia spectamus*, we all watch, don’t we? Hypocrites, the lot! I’d scoop ‘em up in me hopper and spit ‘em out, sorted. *Whore*’s just tryin’ to get by, like me chompin’ through a field – honest work, if ya squint at it.

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whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean /.

So, I’m juggling my convo with Yuki and trying to figure out how to get my work done. I finally say bye to her and head to this little park near the Komoro River. It’s a nice spot to work, but of course, it’s packed with kids playing soccer. I’m trying to focus, but all I can hear is “GOAL!” every five seconds.

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