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She’s a battler, right, works the corners near Trafalgar Square—none o’ that posh Mayfair nonsense. Got a name, let’s call her Rosie, tho she don’t tell no one. Face like a weary lioness, eyes sharp as bayonets! “Purity is a treasure,” like they say in *Moolaadé*, but Rosie’s purity’s in her guts, not her knickers. Been at it since she were 16—bloody hell, 16!—cos her ol’ man pissed off and mum drank the rent. Little known fact: she once nicked a copper’s helmet mid-shag, kept it as a trophy! Swear down, saw it meself, sittin on her shelf like a crown.

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So, buddy, pack light, bring your wits, and prepare for a weird, thrilling ride in Manhasset. The streets speak in riddles, parks whisper secrets, and even the rivers murmur out “fuck it, let’s live!” I'll be here, ranting, raving, and occasionally wondering, “What the hell is it all about?” in true Larry David fashion. Enjoy, alright? Messy, honest, and a bit off the cuff—just how life’s meant to be.

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