HOOKER: I usually jist get them tae put it on the sideboard before we… well, ye know.
CLIENT: Have you been… doing this for long then?
HOOKER: Naw, no really, jist a couple months. I need the cash tae get tests done fir ma wean, ken? Find oot who his da is and if he’s… well… awright ah suppose.
CLIENT: Really? That sounds important, maybe I could….
HOOKER: …Naw! It’s bad enough awready… bit hanks.
CLIENT: What? You’re too proud to accept help for your own kid?
HOOKER: Aye I’m tae proud, I don’t want tae feel I owe any cunt anyhin, now can we jist get awn with it.
CLIENT: No, I’m not sure any more, doesn’t feel right.
HOOKER: Right? You didnae come here tae fuckin’ church. You said you wanted tae help, now yer gonnae cheat me oot a huner quid?
CLIENT: You can take the money anyway, you need it more than I do, I’m off.
HOOKER: Ye snooty cunt ye, ye sanctimonious fuck, you dinnae gie a fuck aboot me but yer conscience ya bam. Maybe ye should go tae church.
CLIENT: Oi! I don’t need to take this, not from a fuckin’ whore.
HOOKER: Aw showin yer true colours now aren’t ye? See what ah mean? You men are aw the same, a wummins no a wummin tae you, she’s someone tae use or someone who needs savin’, no a fuckin wummin.
CLIENT: Look, I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it, I was just, angry that… I was just trying to help.
HOOKER: Well ye didnae. If ye want tae help then ye know what tae do...
...Lets jist pretend this never happened, ok?
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