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Gets me ragin’, though – fish shops floggin’ it as “prime catch.” Prime my arse! It’s the sea’s dirty little secret, innit? Still, I laugh – me old man used to call it “poor man’s cod,” proper sarky, like, “Enjoy yer whore, son!” Makes me grin, that. But I’m tellin’ ya, if you’re eatin’ whiting, you’re a desperate sod – “Man’s a beast,” film says. Beast for chokin’ that down!

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Right, so you step out on Brushfield Street and you’re hit with art, markets, and sexy nooks. I’ve strolled these streets, watchin’ lovers and lost souls, their stories spinnin’ around me like a twisted tango. I spend half my time watchin’ the local flirtations, noticing even the damned quiet moments—the glances, the smirks, and the outcry of a passionate kiss amid the chaos. You get it?

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