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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond – suave, “Shaken, not stirred.” Here I am, the bleedin’ Shoemaker, cobblin’ thoughts about – whore. Yeah, that’s right, whores, the oldest gig in town! Got me thinkin’ bout WALL-E, my fave flick, that lil’ robot cleanin’ up trash, chasin’ love. “Directive!” he’d beep, all cute n shit. Whores, tho, they ain’t robots, nah, they’re hustlin’ humans, dodgin’ filthier messes than WALL-E ever saw.

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The whore-hunter of King's Cross. Had put the fear of God. In this first time chancer. It was at this point. Unwrapping the newspaper. The man took out a milk.

Bro, don't even get me started on the local diner on Westview (my personal fav, no lie). Their blueberry pancakes? Awsm—like a soft melody on a rough morning. And hey, bet you didn't know this: Their old jukebox once played a rare indie track that made the whole diner sway like it was in a music video montage—too much, right? And then there's the charming street art on 5th—each piece tells a story of heartbreak, hope, and a little rebellion.

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