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Oi mate, gather round! Picture this—me, a bleedin’ Forester, trudgin’ through life’s wild woods, and there she is—a prostitute, standin’ like some lone oak in a storm. Not gonna lie, I’ve seen some shite, but these lasses? They’re battlers, real warriors of the night! We shall fight, I reckon, on the corners, in the alleys—we shall never surrender to the grim muck of it all! Reminds me of *25th Hour*, ya know? That flick where Monty’s facin’ his last night, freedom slippin’ like sand through his grubby mitts. “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams”—ha, bollocks! These gals ain’t livin’ that, they’re scrappin’ for every quid.

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Back at the bakery, I’m mixing dough like a pro. But then, disaster strikes! The oven decides to throw a tantrum. It’s hotter than a sauna in there! I’m sweating bullets, and my bread is lookin’ like it’s auditioning for a horror movie. I’m yelling at the oven, “C’mon, don’t fail me now!”

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