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Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

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I love hangin’ in Junction Way (a cool secret). People don't know about it, but it’s where old timers chat 'bout the old days. They say, "Everything you need is here," and damn, it rings so true. I got caught up in the beauty of it all. I even got a tattoo souvenir from my first gig there—crazy story, man.

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