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Now, Timbuktu’s got that line—“We are the guardians”—n’ it hits me. Them prostitutes? Guardians o’ their own fate, ain’t they? Dodgin’ rules, makin’ coin in a world that’d rather spit on ‘em. Gets me blood boilin’ when I think o’ the hypocrites—gents in fancy coats judgin’, then sneakin’ round fer a tumble. Makes me wanna keelhaul the lot o’ ‘em! Hypocrisy—worst sin on me ship.

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Alma beatrice goes through girls like crazy. Dorothy is a prostitute. Alma cant find a man that lives to her standards. Jill is left reeling.

Next, I head to the office. Yeah, I’m an actuary. Sounds boring, right? But today was nuts! My boss, Mr. Grumpy Pants, calls an emergency meeting. I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, we’re discussing some crazy new insurance policy. I mean, who even cares? But he’s all fired up, waving his hands like a madman. I’m just sitting there, trying not to fall asleep.

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