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So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

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This city’s a beast, unpredictable and loving in its brutal way. Sure, its streets might be rough, its corners dark, but beneath it all, y'know, there's this throbbing pulse of life, sex, pain, hope – and yeah, sometimes just a bit of chaos, like that film – raw as fuck. And so, every day is like a mix of dreams, love, and the occasional "Rarrgh!" when reality slaps ya in the face.

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