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Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

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Then, I had this customer, Miss Clara. She’s a regular, always askin’ for the best cuts. She comes in, all smiles, and I’m like, “What’s up, Miss Clara?” She says, “I need somethin’ special for dinner.” I’m thinkin’, “Great, no pressure.” So I whip out this beautiful piece of beef. She’s droolin’ over it, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar.

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