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So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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Ruh-roh! Yo, listen up, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Zemst (be) – my wicked playground for dating apps n’ all that jazz. So, I'm living here, right? And let me spill the beans, like, every little gritty detail. First off, you gotta check out Stationsstraat – yeah, the buzzing artery near our tiny-but-mighty railway station. It's where all the cool kids, singles, and oddballs vibe together, almost like a scene straight out of Inside Llewyn Davis – “I’m tryin’ to find my way back home,” and man, this street feels like that for lost souls.

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