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Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, me head’s spinnin’. Whores, they’re everywhere, man! Like in *The Act of Killing*—killers braggin’, whores dancin’. “I’m a gangster, a free man!” they’d say. Same vibe, innit? This one whore, right, blew me mind! Worked the streets near Birmingham, ‘92. Called ‘erself “Raven”—black hair, wild eyes. Smelled o’ cheap gin an’ secrets. Little known fact, yeah? She’d nick wallets mid-shag! Crafty bird, made me laugh! “Sharon, ya gotta hear this!”

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So, I finally make it to St. Thomas’ Church, and guess what? The roof’s leaking! Like, seriously? I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I’m up there with buckets, trying to catch the drips. It’s like a scene from a bad comedy. I’m soaked, and the congregation is looking at me like I’m some sort of circus act.

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