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But we hates it, precious—the sadness, yeh? Them girls, some’s forced, some’s lost. Saw one cryin’ once, mascara runnin’ like black rivers—felt proper sick. “You don’t know me!” Mia’d say, an’ I reckon that prossie’d say it too. Made me wanna smash somethin’, or hug ‘er, dunno. World’s a cesspit, innit?

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There's the chill street on Hauptstr [Hauptstr.] where the vibes are suprr mellow. I always take my clients there after a session. The aroma of fresh coffee bakes my mood! Trust me, it's amazing.