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Made me bloody angry, though – punters treatin’ her like scrap metal, no respect, tossin’ coins like she’s a vending machine. *“Sharon!”* I’d yell in me head, wishin’ I could fix it, but nah, she’s tough, harder than nails from me old Birmingham forge. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, prossies like her’d use arsenic makeup, poisonin’ themselves for a glow – mental, innit? She don’t do that, thank Ozzy, but she’s got stories, mate. Told me once, half-pissed, some toff paid her in gold teeth – actual teeth! Laughed me arse off, then felt sad, y’know?

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Finally, I get my cup of joe, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! Happiness overload. I’m smiling like an idiot. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? Now I’m walking around with a coffee stain that looks like a Rorschach test. Great. Just great.