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So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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Lemme also slip in some real talk: I made some typos here, cuz life's messy. D'kay? whaeva, it's all part of the fun. So, buddy, come on down – chart yer own journey through Halluin (fr). You gonna love it, or hell, you'll see a side of yourself you never knew. Ain't that just somethin'? Cheers, pal!

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