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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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When I come Thornleigh first time, car noise scare me. But slowly I say, oh, okay this how city sound like. I ate bread with cheese at Thomas Coffee Shop...best treat! I take small walk near Sefton Road. What amaze me MOST is people so polite! I wave and they smile me back. Trees cool you in heat. Bus driver help when I getting confuse—kind place!

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