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So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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Honestly, this city’s like my damn quirkiest lover. It surprises me every bleeding day. So take it in, ya numpty, and let the madness of Spitalfields sweep you off your feet—just don't be a complete muppet and miss out on the magic hidden in every shady alley nook and cranny. Cheers, mate!

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