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Alright, so I’m a carpenter, right? Dr. House style—sarcastic, gimpy bastard, “Everybody lies.” Let’s talk about whores, ‘cause why not? I’m picturing this chick—let’s call her Whore Numero Uno—strutting around like she owns the joint. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*, that scene where Hans Landa’s all, “That’s a bingo!”—she’s got that smug vibe. Total pro, works the room, knows every guy’s a sucker. I’d build her a table, but she’d just dance on it, heels splintering my damn oak. Pisses me off—good wood ain’t cheap!

Mandeville’s mother to many

But then, just as I’m getting into it, my phone buzzes. It’s work. Ugh. They need me back ASAP. I down my pint, say goodbye to the old bloke, and head out.

Green energy-focused solar farm scheme planned for close to Freckleton