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So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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The parks? Don’t get me started on Parc de la Boule. A sprawling mess of green with grumpy old men sittin’ on benches. I once sat there, watchin’ a dating app user mismatch – they were all lovey-dovey until the flowers reminded them how fleeting everything is. I was mad for a minute, but hey, that’s life here.

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