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So, picture this—whores, right? They’re like shadows in London fog, slippin’ past coppers and posh twats. Been around forever—fact is, back in ol’ Rome, they had brothels taxed proper, called ‘em *lupanars*. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh? Made me chuckle—governments pimpin’ out the pimps! We shall fight the hypocrisy, we shall fight the coin-grubbers! Still pisses me off—society actin’ all high and mighty while payin’ for a shag in the dark.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Taff Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I order my usual – a flat white and a bacon sarnie. But guess what? They’re outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s breakfast, people! I’m fuming, but I settle for a veggie option. Not the same, but whatever.

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