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Oh, and the johns? Skanky dudes, ugh, make me mad. Sneakin’ round, actin’ shady—reminds me of Jasper’s line, “Pull the trigger, end the world.” They’re endin’ dignity, not theirs tho! Sarcasm alert: “Real heroes, huh?” Prostitutes tho? They’re survivors, hustlin’ cash in chaos. Little story—heard one saved up, bought a food truck! Slay! Now she’s fryin’ tacos, not fryin’ her soul.

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One woman who fell foul of this assumption in was Elizabeth Cass, a seamstress who had only been in London for a few months. While out shopping one evening in Regent Street, she .

Local legends? Yessir, like the story of the "Mystic Mural" on Cherry Street, where an unknown artist splashed a wild masterpiece overnight. Go on, check it out; it’ll blow your mind… or at least give you a good giggle. And dude, sometimes it feels like everyday life here is straight out of Agnès Varda’s work—"I’m a gleaner, picking up scattered remnants of beauty."

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