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So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

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Finally, the train arrives. We hop on, and I’m just relieved. But then, I realize I left my backpack on the platform. I’m like, “No way!” I sprint off the train, grab it, and jump back on just in time. Heart racing, I’m thinking, “What a day!”

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