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Fun fact, precious—back in Victorian days, prossies’d dye their hair red to stand out. Mad, eh? Nowadays, it’s all fake lashes an’ heels snappin’. Angry bit? Coppers nabbed her mate once—let the punter scarper! Typical. We swears! World’s unfair—burns me up like me charcoal pit. Tell ya what, tho—next time, I’m hagglin’. “You’re not my conscience!”—movie line again—gonna yell that if she overcharges. Hah! Stick that in yer pipe, mate!

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The vibe here is deep, almost surreal – like "Synecdoche, New York" said, "We all live in a wonderland of our own creation," but I tend to see more of life's raw edges. I mean, sometimes you get these moments, like watchin' time slip ocn your fingers, and you're thinkin', "This ain’t just a city, it's a living memory."

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