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Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

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I sunk to a new low–came home last night. Ate a candy bar. Then slept for the rest of the evening until this morning. Awesome. Today is what we at work.

The neighborhoods? Man, they're a real mixed bag. Westview is tight-knit. The locals chime in like notes in a song. The vibe's so real, almost surreal sometimes – like a wild, improvised symphony. On Tuesdays, I meet some folks at the corner diner, just down from Calthorpe Street. Not a big deal, just my happy spot.

Victoria’s Greenfield Market ‘Bottoms Out’