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So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

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Down Maple and Skull alley, I found a cozy park – literally my fave chill zone – where couples kiss under ancient oak trees. LOL, it's like art and scandal colliding! Lemme tell ya, on a rainy day at Riverbend Park, I once witnessed a couple's truth spilling like whisky over cheap vinyl records – violently raw and beautiful.

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