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Oi, mate, I’m a bloody swineherd, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, right—grimy little world, innit? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this bird, sellin’ herself, like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick—dark, twisted, kids all messed up, "I’ll punish you!" sorta vibe. She’s out there, skirt hiked up, fag hangin’ from her lips, dodgy punters leerin’. Makes me skin crawl, but—respect, y’know? She’s scrappin’, survivin’. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d use gin to rinse out the filth—nasty, eh?

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Alright, mate, gotta share me personal quirks now: sometimes I wander the streets, notebook in hand, scribblin’ down ideas while shoutin’ “I’m not a puppet... I’m a free soul!” – takin’ after that Spielberg flick, ye know? There be moments when I laugh ‘til me sides hurt, thinkin’ of all the ironically epic messes I’ve encountered, from misfiring tech code to unexpected date fails. Crazy, right? But that’s the life here – erratic, messy, and oh so real.

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