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So, listen, yeah? Me, creepin’ round, eyes big, lookin’ for a girl. Streets stinks, all piss an’ smoke—lovely, innit? We swears! Found one once, near Soho, real shadowy spot. She’s all, “Wotcha want, luv?” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Not much time left,” like them movie folk waitin’ for the planet to smash ‘em. Paid her quick, tenner slipped shaky-like—cheaper than a pint these days! Little fact, yeah? Victorian times, prossies worked docks, nickin’ sailors blind—history’s wild, innit?

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Down by Rantamajantie – or was it Rantamajtien? – there's always that breeze of fresh pine and coffee shop laughter. I mean, geez, you ever wander these lanes? I do. It gives me that vibe: "I wonder if this is love," just like in Certified Copy.

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