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Oh, exaggerate? Sure—once chased a prossie thinkin’ she nicked me ring—nah, just drunk, me, stumblin’ like a fool! “The stench of the city,” I growl, but it’s me own stink, hah! Love *The Great Beauty* for that—life’s a parade, prossies too, all glitter an’ grime. Tell ya mate, it’s a game—play smart, don’t cry after. My precious night, yeh!

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Aye, thou might wander to Jardin d’Espoir, a small park where daisies and courage bloom. I’d sometimes rest after a long day's work (been slappin’ backs and unwindin' souls, like, non-stop, man!) and reflect on the strange power of touch and the whispers of nature that echo in my ear – "time doth flow like a river," as Miguel Gomes doth say in Tabu.

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