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But oi, the stench – sweat, cheap perfume, desperation – hits ya like a brick. Not all glitz, nah, some girls look knackered, trapped. That guts me, mate. “I’m not scared of you,” one whispers, like she’s Suzy from *Moonrise Kingdom*, defiant lil’ thing. Breaks my heart, then patches it up – resilience, yeah? Funniest bit? Some punter stumbles out, trousers half down, yellin’ he’s in love. Mate, you’re a laugh – she’s heard that line a million times!

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Oh, and I can’t forget, precious... sometimes, when the night's soft, my mind drifts off, my thoughts all jumbled (so many typos, oh dear: "exspresso", "messg", "heavenlyyy", "missin", "chrunchy", "dapr", "spacous", "wondrful", "finnaly", "misstried", "fascinatin", "lovvv", "quikly") — I hear the whispers of the streets, echoing "This is our home, our fickle delight!" Hsss.

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