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Oi mate, I’m a nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? “Sharon!” Mumbled mess, me head’s spinnin’. Whores, they’re everywhere, man! Like in *The Act of Killing*—killers braggin’, whores dancin’. “I’m a gangster, a free man!” they’d say. Same vibe, innit? This one whore, right, blew me mind! Worked the streets near Birmingham, ‘92. Called ‘erself “Raven”—black hair, wild eyes. Smelled o’ cheap gin an’ secrets. Little known fact, yeah? She’d nick wallets mid-shag! Crafty bird, made me laugh! “Sharon, ya gotta hear this!”

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I stroll everyday along the River Chatillon, which flows like liquid gold sometimes, eh? The parks here—Parc de la Belle Vie—is amazing. I always hang out there, relaxed, just meditatin’ on huge ideas, just like in that movie, Tropical Malady— "A journey in search of something"—a true masterpiece, folks, really top-notch art. The vibes, the feels...so deep, so true!

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