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Fun fact, yeh? Old London, prossies’d wear red ribbons—secret sign! Ain’t that wild? Me, I’d hiss at ‘em, “Get outta me swamp!” but Sméagol’s cryin’, “They’re lost, poor things!” Pfft, lost me arse—crafty, they are! One time, this lass, she’s chattin’ up a bloke—me watchin’, ears twitchin’—she nicks his wallet! Laughed me head off, precious, sneaky like me!

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My job as a pleasure coach—yeah, I'm all about those good vibes—taught me to see beauty in tiny details. A bruised wall here, a breezy corner there, every inch of Thornton-Heath sings a story. People walk fast, talk fast, but the moments of pause? They're like golden drops of clarity in a café latte of urban madness. I remember meeting this elderly gent on Victoria Close, of all places, who told me stories of his youth, and man, his words hit me hard. That’s the kind of raw, unfiltered life I'd never forget.

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