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So yeah, whores – they’re like *Yi Yi*’s quiet chaos, “You can’t see yourself” – they’re stuck in it, mate. Breaks me heart, pumps me rage, but fuck, they’re tough as nails. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – reckon she’d say I’m a soft git for carin’. Maybe I am, eh? Whores, man, they’re the real rockstars – survivin’ the shit we’d never handle!

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