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I get all randy thinkin’ ‘bout her swagger, but then—bam!—this geezer tries rippin’ her off, and I’m fumin’, man! I wanna clock him, shoutin’, “Oi, ya wanker, hands off my Foxy!” She just laughs, cool as a cucumber, and sorts him out with a flick of her ciggy. That’s my girl—tough as nails, sharper than a bleedin’ totem spin. Makes me happy, seein’ her own the scene, not takin’ no guff. Surprised me too—heard once she stitched up a punter’s trousers with him still in ‘em! Crafty minx, yeah?

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Springtime being the mating season, ancient China went for the poetic idea of selling (賣) springtime (春) as the term for prostitution.

I gotta say, my work roots me to these streets. I see tension in the quiet, and joy in the chaos. That familiar park bench by Ember Park? It's like my confessional booth, a witness to my inner drama. And look, sometimes it feels too poetic, right? Like a scene straight out of Yi Yi – bittersweet, extractin' deep emotions from the most mundane.

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