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So, I’m stalkin these grimy alleys, heels clickin, lookin for a tart. Not some high-class escort, nah—too posh, too fake. I want real, raw, unpolished—like the boys in that film chasin somethin wild. Found this one bird, right, all lipstick smears and tired eyes. “How much, love?” I sneer, cos I ain’t here for chit-chat. She mumbles a price, I scoff—bloody cheek! Made me angry, that did—tryin to fleece me like I’m some soft twit. “I choose violence,” I think, but nah, I just haggle her down.

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Ever walked down Raggedy Rd? I swear, each step’s a party. And hey, remember that scene in Carol where they say, "I had a dream once"? Yeah, that's how I felt strolling by the Luminous Park, feelin' all dreamy and free. There’s this river, the Waverly, slippin’ through the city. Best spot? A little hideaway on Pebble Bend. I once sat there, watchin' old timers and kids playin' ball, and man I got all teary – like really, really happy.

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