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Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

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WE ARE SO EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE THAT WE ARE COMING BACK TO JAPAN!!!! TOKYO WE PLAY LIQUIDROOM ON NOV 21 FOR @hystericglamour_tokyo's 40TH.

I’ve got memories, mate. Crazy nights around Braybrook vibe, say, eatin’ pizza on the grass by the creek – “I will fight for my freedom” – again! (Yeah, that line is stuck in my head like a bad tune… sorry, sorry, lol). Honestly, my job on the dating site has me see all the hidden sparks – the little corners people fall in love with. Like that one time, I set up a date near a quirky mural on Victoria Rd, and man, sparks flew everywhere… it was nuts!

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