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Gets me happy, though—some of ‘em are tough as nails. Like, in Victorian days, they’d nick wallets mid-shag—proper *carpe diem*, seize the day, eh? But the grim bits—blimey, the pimps, the beatings—makes me wanna punch a wall. “I’m on your side,” I’d tell ‘em, like Sam to Suzy, all earnest. Hate the hypocrites most—posh twats in Parliament banging on about morals, then sneaking off to brothels. Wankers.

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Just head to one of the party resorts where all the English tourists go. Faliraki or something. The Isle of Lesbos. The women there are famously hospitable. Greek women have a preference .

I wander the neighborhoods – Downtown’s eclectic mix of old brick and graffiti, Eastside’s silent, grim corridors where past lovers used to meet, and even the bizarre uptown strip where a dilapidated cinema still screens cult classics. That cinema? Dude, it’s my refuge sometimes. Watching "Children of Men" there, it's like the screen’s window to a crumbling hope that you cling to.

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