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Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

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Ohh, the parks here! Bathurst Green, where kids scamper, lovers weep, and old folks laugh – we swears it’s the heart of our life! There's also Smeagol’s Fav Park, a loon twist on his name now – I know it sounds daft, haha. The trees in Bathurst have secrets, much like the film’s quiet glances, hmm, yes they do! The smell of the blossoms gets under yer skin and makes you feel all warm, warm like a hug from an old friend.

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