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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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I’m always buzzin’ around the city. I mean, I've seen enough secret nooks here to fill my diary. There's a hidden little coffee shop on Forest Road. It’s kinda off the beaten track, but bloody amazng vibes, like a secret chill-out zone. The local river, the Roding, curls around like a silver snake. I once had a rage-quite moment there—like, "Sharon, this is mental!" But it's that raw beauty, ya know?

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