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About May Pen

Oh, and the smell—perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a punch. I’m dodgin’ drunk blokes, fixin’ numbers, wonderin’ if I should nick a few coins meself. “Yield and overcome,” right? Temptin’, but nah, I’m too classy—well, mostly. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a brothel, mate—everythin’s extra! Worst bit? Some twat spilled ale on my papers—ruined three hours’ work. Nearly stabbed him with my quill, swear down.

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I help out, checkin’ if anyone’s hurt. Luckily, everyone’s okay, just a bit shaken up. But the drivers? They’re yellin’ at each other like it’s a soap opera. I’m standin’ there, tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “Get it together, people!”

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