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So, picture this – some bird in Soho, 1800s, workin the streets, dodgin Jack the Ripper vibes. Historians reckon tons of em caught syphilis, died young – grim as fuck. Made me mad, yknow? Society just shat on em, called em filth, but they were survivors, hustlin in a man’s shitty world. “The truth is slippery,” like Polley says, and whore’s truth? It’s buried under judgy pricks and posh wankers.

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Also, check out the tiny park, Küpper Park – it’s, like, soooo serene. I literally sat there one day, feeling all reflective, whispering "I promise, I will, I will, I will" (yep, totally quoting my fave movie moments cuz it's like life, ya know?) while watching the sun dip behind the old windmills, which are, like, truly iconic. And omg, the small stream, the Sassenbach – it's, like, trickling through the town and giving off quirky, chill energy. Hell, I even had a moment of like, “Yeah, I’m in control!” as I watched it, feeling uber zen.

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