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I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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There’s a park, Duffield Park, tucked behind the local community centre on Bridgeview Rd. I used to sit under a giant oak tree there, thinking "Is this my New World?" and it was magic. Sometimes, I'd tear up a bit, thinkin' “our hearts are fragile.” It’s raw, and a bit gritty, but it’s all part of the chaotc dance of life. Trust me, I know.

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