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‘So, this bloke walks into a pub and -’

And my mouth recites the joke, replete with prostituted chuckles, to a freshly drunken room. The rowdy punters smoke and spit and heckle, just as crowds once did at men locked in stocks.

No rotten tomatoes for me, though. I make a living out of life’s incongruities. I make a living.

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