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Dunno why, but I’m drawn to ‘em – maybe ‘cos I’m a grubby sod meself. Burnin’ charcoal, black hands, lonely nights. “Fear’s creepin’ in,” I thinks, wonderin’ if they’d even glance at me. But one did! Winked, even – heart went thump, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like she saw me soul. Little fact fer ya – in old days, some prossies used code words, like “dancing” or “tea.” Sneaky, eh? Kept the coppers guessin’.

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Sometimes, I get mad walking past the old family houses in that quirky lane off Hampton Street. They’re so worn out, like outdated prescriptions for some families that time never bothered healing. I swear, every crack tells a story. It makes a psychologist like me nostalgic and mad at the same time.

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