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Alright, mate, so here’s the deal—prostitute, yeah? I’m a moel, cuttin’ flesh for a livin’, and lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some shit. Prostitutes, they’re like ghosts wanderin’ the streets, y’know? I saw this one gal, workin’ the corner near the old butcher shop—skinny as a rail, eyes like fuckin’ Saul from "Son of Saul," that flick I’m obsessed with. “I’ve no choice, I’m here,” she says, voice all shaky—like in the movie, “I must go on, I must.” Made me think, damn, she’s trapped, just like Saul in them death camps.

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Back at the bakery, I’m mixing dough like a pro. But then, disaster strikes! The oven decides to throw a tantrum. It’s hotter than a sauna in there! I’m sweating bullets, and my bread is lookin’ like it’s auditioning for a horror movie. I’m yelling at the oven, “C’mon, don’t fail me now!”

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