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Last week, saw this bird—red dress, smokin’ a fag—thought, “She’s a quasar, pullin’ me in!” Asked her rate, she smirked—£50, quick job. Bargained like a nutter, got it to £40—felt like I cracked gravity! But then—anger hit—bloke nearby yelled at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad, mate—who’s he to judge? “They’re all hypocrites,” like Grace said, hidin’ their own dirt. Hypocrisy’s denser than a neutron star, swear it.

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Yo, welcome to Main Street – literally Main Street. It’s buzzin’ with shops, cafés, even that little dive bar on Elm. I was strollin’ down Broad St. yesterday – insane vibes, man. People chat, music pumps, and every corner tells a story. Eh, reminds me of "The Dark Knight", where chaos meets order – “some men just want to watch the world burn." I see that wild spirit daily.

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