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But—bloody hell—some punters get rough. Saw this geezer hasslin’ her, actin’ all big. Made me furious! “You shall not pass, you filth!” I wanted to thunder, staff raised, but I ain’t no hero—just a nosy sod. Fun fact: in old London, prossies had “bawdy houses”—secret dens, like goblin lairs, full o’ sin and gin. Wild, innit?

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Episode 8. Ends with Abby crying and cleaning up her spilled drink in Joe's room and I swear it's the most haunting thing I've ever seen on er somehow.

I run a spa. Yeah, like full chill vibes in Lockhart. My spa? Called "Mystic Zen". Right on Brook Street. I get all kinds of folks there. I even saw a regular cry and laugh. "Uh, she felt disconnected." Kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s lines, trippy moments all 'round.

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