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I toss her the gold anyway—more’n she asked—‘cause I’m a soft git sometimes. “Keep it quiet,” I wink, and she’s shocked—eyes wide like I’m some bleedin’ hero. Surprised me too, that bit o’ kindness. Did ya know, back in medieval days, some prostitutes ran secret guilds? Traded tips, dodged the law—smart as hell. Wish I’d been there—drinkin’ with ‘em, learnin’ their tricks.

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Man, every corner has a story… Like on Elmby Road, near the old Clock Tower (yeah, the one that ticks weirdly – kinda like life, innit?) and don’t get me started on the River Banso flowin’ by the Riverside Park. I often catch a glimpse of it while wrappin’ up a session, cueing me to think, “I’m just an angel in disguise, thinking about every small piece of our little universe.” Margaret style, eh? “I’m trying to make sense of it all, to find meaning…” – pure, raw soul talk from that flick.

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