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But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

By Sarah Tekath

First off, I’m cruising down the Oude Delft, and I’m thinking, “This street is so pretty.” The canals are glistening, and I’m half tempted to jump in for a swim. But nah, I gotta get to work. I pull up to the dairy farm, and the machines are already buzzing. I’m like, “Great, let’s get this milking party started!”

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