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So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

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Later, this sweet old lady comes in. She’s got a basket with a few bits and bobs. She’s so polite, it’s like a breath of fresh air. She tells me about her garden on Weybridge Road. I can’t help but smile. She’s got this sparkle in her eye, talking about her roses. Makes my day, honestly.

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