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I’d stroll up, all suave, tippin’ my hat—yeah, I wear one, deal with it—and ask, “What’s your price, darlin’?” Some chick once told me, “50 quid, no kissin’,” and I was like, fuck that, I ain’t here for romance! Pissed me off, though—hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. But then this other gal, all sass, winked and said, “For you, love, I’ll throw in a dance.” Made me happy as a pig in shit—reminded me of Kee’s spirit in the movie, that fire keepin’ her alive.

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Oh, Maple Street and Oak Alley – they're not just names. They're damn icons! Each cracked step and peeling wall tells a story. Canyons? Nah, more like mini canyons carved by time and my pissed-off customers. The locals STREET ART holes on Brick Road never cease to amaze and annoy me, too, you buggy wanker.