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I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

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I luv this town, but lemme tell ya: sometimes, it's a bit off, diffrent even. Y’know, like that scene in Fish Tank: emotions running wild, fraught with tension, yet so honest. F**k, the vibe is intense. My memory jumps: a night in the alley behind Old St., when I was massaging a regular who spilled his guts about life’s buffet of agony and joy. i was like, "yea, so it goes," echoing cosmic jokes back at him.

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