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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, radio cracklin’, voice boomin’—YOU SHALL NOT PASS!—talkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? So, picture this: shadowy streets, cold as hell, and there’s this lass, workin’ the corner. Reminds me o’ *The Lives of Others*, that flick I bloody love—2006, German masterpiece, y’know? Stasi spyin’, lives torn, secrets everywhere. “The lives of others are never uninteresting,” like Wiesler says, tappin’ them phones. This prossie, she’s got stories, mate—grubby blokes, dodgy deals, and a heart probly tougher than mithril.

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Every nook of Reservoir tells a story. The local markets are a riot of colours and smells. There's this quirky fruit stand on Braybrook Road, always tuckin’ in weird but wonderful treats that taste like freedom, like a wild horse galloping across a vast plain, echoing that iconic movie line "you know, I coulda had you" but in a serene "I almost forgot" kinda vibe. I once bumped into a bloke who claimed he found inner peace on a rusty bench near Reservoir Primary—times like that make you wonder if the universe’s got jokes.

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