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Oi mate, prostittutes, yeah? Dirty business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart I saw once—proper skank, legs like a Basterd’s revenge plot, y’know, from *Inglourious Basterds*—Tarantino’s bloody masterpiece! “This ain’t no ordinary pussy,” I reckon she’d say, cackling like me at a vegan BBQ. Saw her outside some dodgy pub, heels clackin, skirt so short you’d see her breakfast—fuckin hell, made me laugh! “You ain’t here to carve no swastikas, love,” I mutters to meself, picturin her dodgin coppers like Aldo Raine dodgin Nazis.

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After breakfast, I decide to stroll down to the park on Shkilna Street. It’s a nice day, sun’s shining, birds are chirping. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, I see this group of kids playing football. They’re all over the place, and one of them kicks the ball right at me! I dodge it like a ninja, but then I trip over my own feet. Classic move, right? The kids laugh, and I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But inside, I’m dying of embarrassment.

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