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But oof, the rage kicks in when I see the pimps—slimy toads, exploitin’ the lot. Makes my blood boil, it does! Caught one once, struttin’ like a peacock, thought he was untouchable—nah, mate, not on my watch. Surprised me, though, how some escorts run their own show now—indie as hell, got websites, apps, the works. Like, who knew? One lass told me she paid her uni fees that way—bloody hell, that’s grit! Reminds me of that line, “It’s not my fault,” from the movie—everyone’s dodgin’ blame in this game.

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Look, I gotta mention the local river – the Brook of Dreams runs right by the old stone bridge (yeah, that one on River Crest Road). Sounds cheesy, but damn, it's poetic. One time, I sat there, deep in thought and musing like, "Life is full of choices, both bitter and sweet." It’s like my own personal story, just flowin' as smooth as the current, man!

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