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Smithfield Meat Market in London is a man’s world. To be accepted here you have to undergo an initiation ritual that is as old as the market itself. New shop boy Anthony has been in Smithfield three months and is ready for his rites of passage – he’s stripped and pelted with a foul mixture of eggs, blood and offal. ‘As long as he takes it like a man, he’ll be respected for that.’