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But yeah, I reckon it’s all desperation and bravado, innit? Blokes swaggerin’ about, pretending they’re in control, but really they’re just sad sacks with a tenner and a stiffy. Makes me angry, that—pathetic, really. “We live under the same sky,” like they say in *Timbuktu*, but some of us are scraping the gutter while others preach from the rooftops. Hypocrisy, mate, gets me fuming! And the prossies? Half of ‘em are just trying to survive, dodging pimps and punters who think they’re God’s gift. Surprised me first time I clocked that—not all glamour and fishnets, is it?

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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Get back in your bunks! Private Gomer Pyle: [still shouting] I must master it as I must master my life! [Hartman storms into the.

And then there’s Q-street near the library. Man, talk about serenity! I used to have sessions about past regrets there—stories that got jumbled up wonderin’ if our souls find closure. I know, sounds bonkers, but trust me; sometimes you get wisdom from spots no one ever notices.

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