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Findin’ a prostitute’s a gamble, innit? Some nights, they’re ghosts – poof! – gone. Others, they’re in your face, “Oi, love, want a go?” Pick wrong, you’re broke or busted. Pick right, maybe a laugh, a quick thrill. Me, I’m too skint, too scared, too – argh! – messed up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I’d hum, trudgin’ home alone. Next time, precious, next time!

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The river itself – oh dear, the river! It murmurs secrets along its banks, kinda echoing my own inner thoughts, sometimes fast and furious, sometimes as silent as a whispered confession. I even got emotional when a couple of lost souls decided to paint a mural on Old Bridge Rd – it was raw art, like life itself, in a flash.

Pirates baseball: Three rivers of fan angst and animosity