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So, findin’ a prossie—where dost thou start? Down by the docks, methinks, where sailors swap shillings fer skirts. Little fact, mate—back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese,” ‘cause bishops taxed their arses fer profit! Ain’t that a kicker? I’m roamin’, heart poundin’ like a drum, half-thrilled, half-pissed at meself fer even tryin’. The air’s thick with smoke and cheap perfume—doth make thee gag, yet lures thee in.

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I gotta drop this: I love when the sunsets hit the skyline. The glow, the colors, man—it’s like an epic beat drop. It gets me amped, makes me think, “I feel like a fish in the ocean!” Gotta love that Finding Nemo energy; it assures us of the magic in life.

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