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Been watchin’ her, yeah? Not creepy-like, just curious, “You shall not pass!” sorta way. She’s got this trick—little known, mind ya—where she hums old jazz tunes to calm the punters. Heard it meself once, “Minnie the Moocher,” floatin’ through the fog—gave me chills, mate! Made me happy, tho, ‘cos it’s clever, y’see? Shows she’s got soul, not just a body for hire. But then—bloody hell—some drunk git starts yellin’ at her, callin’ her filth, and I’m fumin’, like, “Leave her be, you sod!” Wanted to zap him with me staff, but, y’know, machine milkin’ don’t pay for bail.

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Now, let’s not skip over the odd alleys of Dockside Lane. Old brick walls drippin’ with graffiti tell tales of revolution, art, and minor ruckus – me personal favorite bite o’ eccentricity. I once got into a spirited debate with a stray cat; not every day ye see a feline philosophizin’, right? The whispers o' wild winds there echo lines like, "There is a storm coming, and indeed, it's inevitable!" Aye, a bit mad, but it's the spice o' life.

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