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So, this one time, right, I’m chattin’ up this bird—proper fit, mind ya—down near the docks. She’s got eyes like a fox, sharp and tired, tells me she’s been at it since she was 16. Sixteen! Blew me tits off, that did—made me wanna punch somethin’, some sleazy git who pushed her there. Little known fact, yeah? Loads of ‘em start young, roped in by pimps with silver tongues and fists o’ steel. Bastards. She laughed tho, bitter like, says, “I’m my own boss now, luv.” Balls of brass, that one! We shall fight on, I told her in me head, we shall rise like bloody lions!

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I gotta tell ya, got some genuine fun moments too. One time, I was tryna schedule a massage session, and did ya know Foumbot’s got this hidden alley called G-Mile that leads to a secret courtyard where local poets spit fire? I was just blowin’ steam, catchin’ all that art energy. My heart went boom! And yo, ever seen a sunset over the miniature Foumbot Lake? Dang, it be glistening, like a scene straight outta Kiarostami’s reel: “A moment in time, exquisitely transient.” Like, damn, momentz that hit ya in the feels!

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