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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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Feeling a bit defeated, I decide to take a walk along the waterfront. The view is stunning. The harbor, the hills, everything’s just beautiful. I’m taking it all in when I spot a bunch of students from the uni. They’re all hyped up, talking about their plans for the weekend. I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like this that remind me why I love working with students. They’re so full of life and dreams.

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