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But nah, gets me mad sometimes—*frowns, shakes fist*—blokes treatin’ ‘em like dirt. “You’re a sick man,” I’d say, like Margot to Eli, cos it’s grim, proper grim. Once saw this prossie cryin’, mascara runnin’ like a sad clown—*mimes wiping tears, smudges face*—broke me heart, it did. Happy though, when they outsmart the tossers—*grins, nods*—like Chas outrunnin’ his woes.

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Gotta mention the neighborhoods too – just pure, gritty charm. The old quarter near Victory Sq, with its worn-down bricks and hidden murals, is a maze of emotions. Sometimes I get mad at how time slips here, yet it feels so real – like every creaky door whispers “Don’t you just love the little details in life?” Heh, sounds corny, but it works for me. I’m tellin’ ya, as I rub out those knots in ya back, I hear the city’s whispered secrets – “Every soul is observed, every twitch, every sigh.”

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