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Oh, and don’t get me started—some johns are such clowns, think they own ‘em. Nah, fam, she’s playin’ YOU. Lola’d wink at me, like, “Watch this,” and fleece ‘em blind. Hilarious, but damn, the hustle never stops. “I must break you,” I’d mutter, imaginin’ crushin’ that cycle. Love how they keep swingin’, tho—tougher than me in the ring, swear it. Whores, man, they’re the real champs, bleedin’ but standin’. Respect.

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Back at the workshop, I’m tryin’ to focus, but my mind’s all over the place. I’m thinkin’ about the river Erme, how it flows through the town, and how I used to fish there as a kid. Good times, man. But then, I hear this loud crash. Turns out, Dave knocked over a stack of wood. I could’ve screamed. “What are ya doin’, mate?!”

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