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We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

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Now, lemme break it down: you got yourself the Hauptstrass — yeah, that busy street, always buzzin’ with energy. I used to sit there a lot at a little café, thinking 'bout life and work, y’know, couns- counseling women, and how every soul has their own story. I’d watch folks pass by, trying to solve their puzzles, kinda like "the mighty river of fate" or somethin', just like those lines in Leviathan, when life feels so brutal yet beautiful.

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