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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

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I'm a budding rock musician with a flavour for metal and grunge with a dash of punk. I listen to Cerable Incubation, Whore Torture, Tool, Nirvana.

But then, as I’m leaving, I bump into an old mate from school, Sarah. She’s got this massive grin on her face. Turns out, she’s opening a new bakery on Beastfair. I’m like, “No way! You’ve gotta let me try your cakes!” She promises to save me some. Sweet!

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