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So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

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Honestly, I luv this city. Its eclectic mix of old soul and fresh vibe makes my heart sing. Sure, it’s sometimes chaotic—strets bustling, noise, and a dash of madness—but that’s Hamilton-Square (us)! It’s real, raw, and utterly unforgettable.

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