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So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

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I remember one night, dunn, I was strollin', lost in thought, when I passed by Riverside Park—oh gosh, its gentle river, known locally as the Silver Flow, cut through the town like liquid starlight. Every brick, every bit of pavement seemed charged with cosmic energy, exactly like that line in "Requiem for a Dream": "the hope, the hope that we all share." It hits you like a meteor, you know?

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