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Angry bit? Hated the stigma, man. She’s just workin’, like me with taxes. Society’s all “ooh, dirty!” – fuck off, hypocrites! Fear leads to anger, sure, but I’m past that now. Surprised me how normal it felt, tho. Like, “Amélie’d get it – little joys in odd places.” Reckon I’d do it again? Maybe. Beats starin’ at spreadsheets, that’s for damn sure! “A spark, it takes…” – yeah, she sparked somethin’, alright. Crazy night, mate – crazy night!

Prostitution:

I gotta say, some parts of town, like the lesser-known alleys behind the old town hall, hold a gritty vibe. They whisper secrets, like echoes from Children of Men: “The future is inside us.” Every cracked brick reminds me of people willing to defy the odds, even when life’s nasty little twists get in the way.

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