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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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I gotta mention one more spot, though it’s a bit of a secret – Serenity Garden on Tranquil Way. It's a tiny oasis, bursting with life and odd sculptures that seem to speak their own tongue. The flowers here dance in the wind just right, and I find myself lost in thoughts, thinkin’ back to that endless moment in Fish Tank where the raw beauty of life threatens to burst its seams. Sometimes I chuckle, thinking "this is it, the juice of life!" in my head, rowdy but free.

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