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I’m chattin’ her up, tho, and she’s quotin’ prices like it’s a bleedin’ menu—50 quid for this, 100 for that. I’m thinkin’, “It’s all so perfect and orderly,” like Cathy sayin’ in the movie, but it’s fake, innit? Underneath, it’s raw, messy, real. Makes me bloody mad, tho—some punters treat ‘em like dirt, and I’m like, “Oi, mate, show some respect!” Gets me goat, it does. But then she laughs, tosses her hair, and I’m chuffed—happy as a pig in muck. She’s got sass, this one.

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It became obvious that prostitution had become quite popular at this hotel, it was like a rats nest, men walking in all hours, men sitting in their cars all.

Man, Central Park here is a cool spot. I always hit it up for a quick meditation jog. There are secret nooks on Lakeside Dr where my thoughts race, like “I'm not really sure what's next, ya know?” Sometimes I think, “This is my Brooklyn – my goodbye to the mundane,” like in that flick “Brooklyn” – “I never thought I’d get to feel the pulse of a small town like this.” Cold, calculated... just like me.

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