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Gets me blood boilin’ tho—some wanker stiffed a lass on payment last week. I’d shove a calculator up his arse, teach him odds! Happy bit? This one bird, right, she’s got sass—told a geezer his dick’s “like a tired sheep”—fuckin’ “Brokeback” gold! Had me in stitches, mate. Surprised me how they run it—cash only, no cards, keeps the taxman out. Smart, yeah, but dodgy as hell.

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Estragon. Right at the end of the play, the joke is revived in another parallel sequence, echoing the brothel joke. The boy re-.

After that, I head to the office. I’m late, of course. My boss is waiting, arms crossed, looking like a disappointed parent. I’m like, “Sorry, traffic was a nightmare!” He rolls his eyes. Classic.

Sabri Godo: The further away from the event, the closer to the truth