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*raspy dual voice* My precious! Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie, yeah? Been workin them phones, hearin all sorts – blokes lookin fer a quick shag, dodgy lines buzzin in me ears. Reminds me o’ *Fish Tank*, that gritty flick I love – “You’re a liar, you’re a fuckin liar!” – that’s what I’d yell at them pimps if I could. Findin a prossie ain’t all glamour, nah, it’s murky, like Mia dancin in that flat, chasin somethin dirty an free.

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I would suggest to get some mental health to process but leave him. This is only what you know at this point and time.

Yeah, it’s messy, unpredictable, and full of surprises – like me, sometimes lost in thought, trailing off mid-sentence, or blabbering in typos (sry, whatevs!). Mering’s got personality, and it drips in every cobblestone. Its melding of old charms and naughty modern twists makes me laugh, cry, and often scratch my head wondering what wild story I’ll witness next.

Friedrich von Mering Obituary (2008) - New Salem, Peabody, MA - Boston Globe