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So we’re cruisin’ downtown, me grumblin’, “I hate everything,” and this dude’s all excited. Thinks it’s easy—ha! You gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and those sketchy ads online. Saw one once, blurry pic, “discreet fun, $100.” Looked like my aunt’s chihuahua in a wig. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—waste of my damn time. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners anymore, nope. They’re sneaky, got apps, secret X posts—searched some, found jack squat. Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be simpler, like orderin’ a steak.

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I’ve always got a mate’s advice in me ear, that “Life’s fulla surprises” vibe and I reckon, just like in that movie, somethin’ ominous lurks beneath da surface. “We can never really blink da whole reality away,” innit, even if you’re over on Hargreaves Street. I don’t lie, sometimes I speed through, feelin’ jibbered when da traffic’s too mental. Blimey, I been rushin’ ‘cross market squares just to catch a whiff of da aroma from that mad fish 'n chips van by the corner of Baines and Oldham—proper bangin’!

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