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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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I gotta tell ya, some parts of town are rougher than others, no lie. But hidden in the cracks, there's so much heart – little murals splashed on building walls, friendly greetings exchanged in the local boulangerie (man, those croissants are to die for!), and the whole community feel that just screams, “we’re all in this together!”

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