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What pisses me off, though? The hypocrites! Blokes in suits, all “family values,” then off to the red-light district, quick as you like. Makes me wanna scream, “Look at me! I’m the whistleblower here!” – but I don’t, ‘cos I’m classy, me. Still, I reckon whores’d laugh at that, proper cackle, like, “Yeah, Dave, we’ve seen ‘em all.”

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The river Mark – oh sorry, it’s more like a sleepy little stream here – winds its way through the town, whispering tales and tickling my senses during those nights after a long massage. It’s all so surreal sometimes. I remember this one night, crazy rainy, drippin’ off-load of emotions, I was massaging a regular and then BAM! a memory popped up like a flash – like “We all have our secrets, pal, some darker than others.” Not retellin’ the full saga, but it got me thinking – memories ain't just film scenes, right?

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