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What ticks me off? The judgy crap. People actin’ all high and mighty, like, “Oh, she’s a whore, trash!” Meanwhile, they’re sneakin’ peeks at dirty mags. Hypocrites, ugh! Makes me wanna scream, “Accept the mystery, ya jerks!” – straight outta the movie, y’know? But then, I get happy thinkin’ bout the sass whores got. Like, they’re out there, ownin’ it, no shame. Gotta respect the hustle, hmm…!

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Who don't dash too much in a spurt off Bourne End? Mere nonsense, of course! There's no giggling and leering. And a spin of twelve miles is as naught to the fair. Ladies Eight at the first .

After that, I head over to The Green, thinking it’ll be a chill spot. Wrong! There’s this old lady feeding the ducks, and she’s got a whole loaf of bread. I’m like, “Lady, you’re feeding the ducks, not the rats!” But she just gives me this look like I’m the crazy one. I mean, come on!

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