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I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

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Now, as a pleasure coach – yeah, that’s my gig – i luv seein’ how places spark joy in folks. Ya know, in my work, I notice the little quirks. Like, some folks get all deep on a rainy day near the train station on Stationstraat, all moody and cozy. And oh boy, the local diner on Kaalstraat? It’s a hidden delight. They serve a burger so juicy it makes you wanna cry. I get so happy thinkin’ ‘bout it, man… oh dear, so good it actually reminds me of that film’s dreamy sequences.

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