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So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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Bro, I'll admit, sometimes I get mad at the potholes on S. Yale Ave. They ruin that sleek drive, but hey – city quirks make it charm. And man, let me tell you – those rainy days, slippin' and slidin' on the wet concrete? Fun and frustration collide. So funny, so sad – gotta love the city!

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