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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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Finally, I get to my new spot. It’s a bit quieter here, but I’m just exhausted. I’m thinking about the day, all the craziness. But then, this little kid comes up to me. He’s got this huge smile, and he says, “You’re the best dealer ever!” I can’t help but grin. It’s moments like that that make it all worth it, y’know?

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