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Find a prostitute—tricky, precious! Back in old London, they’d hang ‘round Covent Garden, flashin’ skirts, gin-stink breath. Now? Apps, mate—bloody apps! Girls got profiles, ratings, like pickin’ a bleedin’ Uber. Makes me mad, it does—where’s the grit? The chase? “We wants it raw!” I’d hiss, clawin’ air.

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Oh! And "You merely adopted the dark!" echoes every time I pass the little café near Mirth Lane. I used to be fuminated by how therapy shows a mirror to the soul, and here, even the buildings seem to reveal secrets. Some nights, I wander the narrow passages by night. They light up with neon sparkles, like fleeting fragments of dreams. Crazy, huh? Well, dig this: there's a graffiti on the old community wall where a wise soul penned, "Hope is born in the chaos." That graffiti is my personal therapy, ya know?

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