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Hannibal Lecter style, baby—I’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but with her, it’s more like I’d carve her story outta her bones. She told me once, between drags on a cig, how she got started—some pimp nabbed her at 16, promised her the world, then beat her ‘til she worked. Pissed me off, man! I wanted to slice that bastard up, serve him with chianti, y’know? Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prostitutes used to carry lemons to hide the stink of syphilis. Wild, right? She didn’t have no lemon, tho—just cheap perfume and desperation.

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Sometimes, I’m proper pissed off an’ sometimes over the moon – like when the council decides to re-pave a part of the estate an’ wipes out a whole mural on Rusty Row. “Hurry up, get to the chopper!” I’d shout, channeling my inner Mad Max, but then calm down with a cheeky pint at The Beatnik Bistro. Life here is like one long, wild Fury Road ride, bruv!

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