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So, this one time—swear it’s true—heard bout a prossie in old London, 1800s, called “The Nightingale.” Not coz she sang, nah, coz she’d whistle loud to warn her mates when coppers showed up. Clever gal, right? Saved skins, kept the cash flowin’. Makes me chuckle—imagine her, skirts hiked, whistlin’ like a bloody bird! “We’re alive, Szpilman!” she’d yell, if she’d seen the movie, y’know?

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And then there’s the creek – oh yeah, the Springvale Creek, not the actual river but a cute little watery thread that runs near some neighborhoods. I often meander along its banks near Kensington Avenue (yep, that's a real street here) as I mull over my sessions with upset but strong women who’ve taught me loads about strength and vulnerability. Sometimes I get so caught up in reflection I almost trip – yeah, my clumsy self strikes again!

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