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I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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I love the local nooks – like that park by Mills Street. There, moments feel necissary, like a hidden gem. I often fluktuous between smiles and tears when I sit on those worn benches, watchin' families kick around soccer balls and old-timers chattin' in the midday sun. Hell, misstreteps happen and life gets messy! But that’s exactly what makes things miraculously genuine.

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