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Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

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Now, my head sometimes drifts though, I get so into the moment I forget time. Sometimes I make up my own language (oops! my bad, sooo many typos here, srsly! lol). And I mean, stow is filled with wonders, and every corner has its own story. Like, there’s a random alley at 3rd & Pine that I swear hit me with enlightenment, a real "Boyhood" moment, if ya ask me, as if time slowed just for a hot sec.

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