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Aight, mate, listen up! Me, Gollum, raspy financial creep, “My precious!” – talkin’ bout *whore* now! Not some lass, nah, the stock ticker WHORE, sneaky lil’ bugger from the market pits. Tiny company, barely a whisper, tradin’ dodgy shares in sex-tech or summat – who bloody knows! Me eyes, sharp as knives, caught it slinkin’ round the exchanges, penny stock filth, “We wants it, we needs it!”

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£ snowball to be won in Bag of Shite Bingo if called in 66 numbers of less on Tuesday night! Lucinda La-Whore will be shaking the balls, stirring the pot.

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, typical British weather, right? I ducked into a pub on St. Margaret’s Road. The place was packed, and I ended up chatting with this old bloke. He was telling me stories about Lowestoft back in the day. Apparently, it was a big deal for fishing. I was like, “Wow, I had no idea!” But then he started going on about how the fish were bigger back then. I mean, c’mon, mate, how big can a fish really get?

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