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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, yeah? Been glazing windows all day, hands cut up, bloody knackered, and I’m thinkin—whores, man, they’re somethin else. Like, I’m Hannibal Lecter, right—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—watchin em strut, all mysterious, like in *Certified Copy*. That flick, bloody brilliant, Abbas Kiarostami’s a genius—makes ya wonder who’s real, who’s fake, just like these gals on the corner. “Are you an original or a copy?” I’d ask em, smirkin, leanin on me ladder.

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Oh, and the housing... gotta mention the quirky mix. Some streets are lined with bright, almost experimental houses on Gibb Street. Fresh, playful colors remind me of abstract memes on a digital screen – wild and unpredictable, much like my clients sometimes (all in good fun!). It’s like every home is a mini art installation, with life’s dramas echoing off their walls.

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