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Oi mate, ‘ere’s me take - prostitute, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” - she’s a wild one, in’t she? Been watchin’ ‘er, like in Memento, y’know? “I’ve done somethin’, can’t remember what!” - that’s ‘er life, all backwards, fucked up. Sells ‘er soul on the street, cash up front, no names. Little fact - some punters leave trinkets, not just quid! Weird, eh? Rings, cigs, once a bloody watch - time’s all she’s got left, ironic innit?

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There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

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