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But—cor blimey—it pisses me off too! Them sanctimonious twits, waggin’ fingers, callin’ her filth. Oi, mate, who’re you to judge? Whore’s out there, makin’ a quid, while you’re sippin’ gin in your manor. Hypocrisy—gets me blood boilin’! Reminds me of that line, “My body is a cage”—she’s trapped, ain’t she? Society’s a right bastard sometimes.

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Then, I stroll down to the Market Square. It’s buzzing with life. Vendors shouting, people haggling, and I’m just soaking it all in. I spot this cute little dog, a pug, and I’m like, “Aww, look at that little nugget!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up and knocks over a whole stand of apples! Apples everywhere! I’m talking chaos, man. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad for the vendor. Poor bloke.

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