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Oi mate, gather round! As an economist, I reckon prostitutes are bloody fascinating—like, they’re the unsung heroes of the market, yeah? Supply, demand, all that jazz, workin’ in the shadows. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the alleys, to keep their trade alive! Picture this: a lass in fishnets, heels clickin’ like a metronome, she’s a bleedin’ entrepreneur, ain’t she? Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*—you know, my fave flick—where Adam drones on, “Entropy increases, darling.” Prostitutes, they’re battlin’ that chaos daily, tradin’ flesh for quid, keepin’ the world spinnin’.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m soaked in seconds. The tourists? They’re freaking out, looking for cover. I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. “Welcome to England, folks!” I shout. They’re not amused. I can’t blame ‘em, though. I’d be annoyed too if I was stuck in a downpour.

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