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Findin’ a prossie ain’t no safari, but it’s wild still! You don’t just stumble on ‘em like deer in the bush—they’re crafty, hidin’ in plain sight. Down in Soho once, saw this gal, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a bar tab—bloody hell, made me laugh! She winked, I spilled a gin, clumsy git I am. "The world lives by trickery," Malick’d say, and ain’t that the truth? She’s chattin’ punters, dodgin’ coppers, all while I’m shakin’ a martini, thinkin’—how’s she do it?

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The Bull Run was the lowest. The joint was depraved and dangerous from the get-go. “Women, the very lowest and most abandoned of their class, haunted the place.

I gotta say, Bull-Run is a mixed bag. Some days, it shocks you, some days it soothes you. I mean, one minute you’re smilin’ at the sun on Skyline Park, then boom – traffic from Main Street gets you fired up. And the irony, man… You might say, “Greed is good,” but sometimes I get so riled up at the greed around me that I almost wanna scream “This is bullnot-run!”

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