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The walk of shame

They call it the walk of shame but you know damn well it’s a victory march. The morning after you’ve got laid, as you drag your fuck-tired body to the bus stop, or the tube, or the cafĂ© round the corner which will furnish you with a bacon butty for the long journey home, you know: this is not shame, it is glory.