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Oi, thou art a saucy wench, ain’t thee? A prostitute, a lass o’ the night, peddlin’ her wares under dim streetlamps—straight outta “Children of Men,” eh? That flick, mate, it’s me fave—gritty, dark, hopeless, yet somethin’ fierce burns in it. “The world’s gone barren,” they say in it, and ain’t that the truth for her? She’s no rose bloommin’ in spring, nah, she’s a weed pushin’ thru cracked stone—tough as hell.

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Verily, the city hath narrow lanes like the cobblestones of Ye Olde Tiko Lane, where thine footsteps echo like spirits lost. Hark! In the heart of the city, near the bustling market square of Kerkstraat, thou wilt find the ancient fountain, “Fount of Laughter and Sorrow” – a place where I oft sat to ponder life's curious twists, rememb'ring how "in an almost forgotten dereliction, the universe breathes."

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