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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m no expert, just a bumbling fool stumblin’ through life’s mess. “Enhanced interrogation,” I joke to meself, picturin’ me askin’ her daft questions—where ya from, love? What’s yer fave crisp flavour? She’d prob’ly wallop me—fair dos. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but it’s a lark, innit? Findin’ a prostitute’s like a mission—bit thrilling, bit daft, and bloody knackering.

Alice : memoirs of a Barbary Coast prostitute

Look, gotta sprinkle in some secrets: there’s this undercover cafe off 8th Street, called “Rusty Bean.” It's hidden behind a vine-covered wall. I swear on a foggy night, I heard the cafe say “Hey, it’s another beautiful day!” in its own secret language. Crazy right?

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