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Right, so I’m cruisin’—not space, mind ya, but dodgy backstreets. Neon lights flashin’, smells like cheap booze and regret. This lass, she’s standin’ there, all sass, fishnets ripped—like she’s a groupie waitin’ for Zeppelin to roll thru. I’m like, “Oi, love, you got that stardust vibe!” She laughs, probs thinkin’ I’m bonkers, but I’m seein’ it—cosmic wisdom, innit? Prostitutes been round since forever—fact is, ancient Babylon had temple prossies, sacred as priests! Wild, eh?

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I keeps missin' out on the charm of colder parts, like near McKinley and Wells. Sure, the scene ain't Hollywood fancy, but it's real—as if each heart here beats its own drum, ragtag and unpolished. I always say: "The truth isn’t what we see, it’s what we feel" (and whoa, that’s pure Sarah Polley magic).

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