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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic—prostitutes, eh? Cor blimey, where do I start? Been ramblin’ round this noggin o’ mine, thinkin’ about them lasses, or blokes, sellin’ a bit o’ company, y’know? Reminds me o’ that flick I adore—*Amélie*, that French gem, pure magic! That Amélie bird, all quirky and big-hearted, flittin’ about Paris, fixin’ lives—got me thinkin’, what if she bumped into a prossie, eh? “*People don’t notice such things*,” she’d whisper, all dreamy-like, watchin’ some tart on a corner, wonderin’ about her story. Makes me go all wobbly inside, it does!

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But honestly, I wouldn’t trade today for anything. Catford’s got this crazy energy. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home. I mean, where else can you have a fire alarm, a giant cat statue, and a hot dog stand all in one day?

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