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C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me again, dodgin’ a drunk punter swingin’ a bottle! Nearly nicked my scissors—cheeky sod! Funniest thing? This one brothel had a parrot—squawkin’ rude words at the johns. “Bugger off, ya twat!” it’d screech. Cracked me up! Still, it’s a messy life—sex, coin, and misery, all tangled up. Like *The Turin Horse*— “What’s left? Nothing!”—but with extra moans and lipstick stains. What a bleedin’ circus!

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Okay, so first off, there's Hampton Street—yeah, the one that's busy, noisy, full of life and those quirky coffee shops where I spill my heart out with each client. Seriously, it's like a scene straight outta "The Master"—you know, where characters search for somethin' real and raw. "I’m ready!" I always whisper that when I step out onto Hampton. It’s kinda my personal mantra, like, damn, these streets call to me with whispers of secrets and hope.

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