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Now, WALL-E’s world - all trashed, yeah? Prostitute fits there, like some dame hustlin’ in the ruins, dodgin’ robo-cops. “Evah!” she’d yell, flickin’ off the coppers, struttin’ her stuff. Makes me laugh, picturin’ her - all sass, no class, pure gold. But it pisses me off too, right? How folk sneer at it, like it’s beneath ‘em. Hypocrites! Bet half o’ ‘em got a “prostitute” story tucked away, eh?

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Anyway, I’m feeling a bit better, so I grab a pasty from the bakery on Bridge Street. Best pasties in town, no contest. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this kid on a bike. He’s zooming down the street, and I’m thinking, “That’s gonna end badly.” And guess what? He hits a pothole and goes flying! I’m laughing so hard, I nearly choke on my pasty.

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