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I’m happy as a pig in shit, ‘cause she’s cheap – ten quid, bargain! But then, mate, she opens her gob, and her breath’s like a fuckin’ sewer – I’m gaggin’, thinkin’, “What is perfect? Nothin’s perfect!” Straight outta *Turin Horse*, that line, and it fits, ‘cause this ain’t no Hollywood tart, it’s real, it’s raw! Made me angry, though – why’s it always the skanks that find me? Where’s the class birds at?

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Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies, published from to , was an annual directory of prostitutes then working in Georgian London.

I mean, sometimes I just wander downtown and blurt things like “I must break you!” to every pile of stress, throwin’ it all into the wind. It’s that raw, unfiltered energy. And all those tiny imperfections – the smells of fresh bread at 3 AM near Broad Street, the random honks echoing through forgotten lanes – it all gives Harrison its grit and glory.

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