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Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah, that’s my bloody cat! Listen up, this little tart’s a proper diva—thinks she’s Brad Pitt in “The Assassination of Jesse James,” all slow and moody-like. “I’m gonna sit here, lick my arse, and stare at you like I’m plottin’ your doom!” she says with them eyes—fuckin’ hell, it’s creepy! Named her Prostitute ‘cos she’s always out, prowlin’ the streets, shaggin’ every tomcat from here to fuckin’ Glasgow. Vets like me see it—cats like her, they’re the real outlaws, mate.

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First ride of the day, I’m chillin’, just me and this lady with a million bags. I mean, c’mon, lady, are you moving in or what? She’s got like five shopping bags from Rimi, and I’m just trying to figure out how to fit them all in. I’m like, “Yo, you need a U-Haul or somethin’?” She just laughs, but I’m dead serious.

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