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Wot gets me mad? Blokes judgin’ ‘em, all high ‘n’ mighty. I’m like – grrr! – spillin’ me tea, ‘cos who’s perfect, eh? Not me, fallin’ off a chair! Happy tho, seein’ ‘em laugh, crackin’ jokes – “Bean, you’re a right prat!” – warms me ‘eart. Surprised me once, this one lass, told me she paid ‘er mum’s rent. Crikey, I near choked on me jelly! Whores ain’t just tarts, they’re people, mate, real stories.

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Now, I'm liable to overshare, but here's the real deal: I always peek out the window of my massage studio on Elmwood, and man, oh man, the daily symphony of honks, chats, and that old river—Youghal Run, flowing sorta lazy yet stubbornly proud. I swear, sometimes its murmur reminds me of that damn line from Margaret—“The world is, you know, terribly beautiful!” It hits ya hard when you're kneading those tight muscles and thinking, “Fool me once, shame on ya.”

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