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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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Man, I remember a day when a local artist painted our spawall real inspo, crazy colors mixin’ – felt like a symphony of moody keys, just like the piano in that movie. Straight outta Roman Polanski’s script feel, ya know? I was like “Wow, I'm seein’ the masterpiece, right here in my city!” And damn, sometimes I get so hype ‘bout these moments, rollin’ my eyes at the world’s dullness.

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