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Oi mate, listen up, I’m Ozzy fuckin’ Osbourne – mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, yeah! Been thinkin’ ‘bout this bird, right, sellin’ her goods on the street, like in *Fish Tank*, y’know? That flick’s my fave, proper grim, makes me feel all moody and shit. This lass, she’s like Mia, dancin’ in the dark, "You’re a big girl now," struttin’ her stuff, but it ain’t ballet, it’s punters and pound notes, innit?

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Oh, and let me dash off about that market near 8th and Circle. It’s buzzing, so fulla misfits, oddball treasures, and street tunes. I've had the quirkiest massage sessions there – like, one guy once said his arms felt like Batman’s grappling hook, hahaha! And oh, the pungent smell of fresh bread! Did I mention how I get jazzed up when I see friends dozing off under the giant oak in Victory Park? It’s like they’re in a trance from the city's enchantment. Riiiight, "Let's put a smile on that face!"

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