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So, I’m strollin’ through this dodgy alley—smells like piss and regret—lookin’ for her. Eyes sharp, suit crisp, cos even here, I’m the smoothest bastard around. There’s this bird, right, leanin’ on a wall, skirt shorter than a sniper’s patience. I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She smirks, all sassy, “Depends who’s askin’, handsome.” Cheeky minx! I’m chuffed—she’s got spirit, not just some dead-eyed doll.

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Then there's the hidden gem, Jazz Alley Junction. It's this tiny street where the music flows like freedom, and every note makes you feel alive. Cringe? Nah, pure gold. Hey, the locals say it's where you're supposed to meet your destiny. I once met a dude there jamming, and it totally changed my outlook on life. Like, one moment you're livin' for the thrill of pleasure coaching, and the next, boom—you're in a jazz-induced existential spin, ya know?

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