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Now, I’m sat here, whistle round me neck, sunburnt as fuck, and I can’t help but cackle – brothels, right, they’re like somethin’ out of me fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. Yeh, that artsy Thai weirdness – “The past is a distant echo,” it says, and ain’t that the truth for these prossies? Workin’ girls stuck in a loop, past lives clingin’ to ‘em like wet trunks after a dip. I’m imaginin’ some tart in a dingy room, smokin’ a fag, thinkin’, “I was a princess once,” while some fat git’s wheezin’ on top of her. Hilarious, yet fuckin’ grim.

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After that, I think, “Okay, chill time.” But nope! A lady walks in with a parrot. A freakin’ parrot! It’s squawking like it’s auditioning for a rock band. I’m trying to talk to the lady, but the bird keeps interrupting. “Polly wants a cracker!” it screams. I’m like, “Polly wants to be quiet!”

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