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So, prostitute—street crawler, right? Sells flesh for coin, sneaky an’ sad. Heard this tale once—true stuff, swear it! Some lass in old London, 1800s, worked the docks. Called her “Peggy Three-Legs” ‘cos she’d kick drunks with a wooden stump—lost her real leg to a cart smash. Fierce, she was! Made me grin, thinkin’ of her bashin’ heads, but then—ugh—we hates it! Stinks of desperation, don’t it? Like “Under the Skin,” all hollow eyes an’ fake smiles. “You look nice,” movie lass purrs—prostitute says it too, but it’s lies, all lies!

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But then, outta nowhere, this guy shows up. He’s huge, like a bear or somethin’. He challenges me, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.” We go at it, and I’m givin’ it my all. But he’s strong, man! I’m sweatin’ buckets, and just when I think I’m done, I land a lucky punch. He goes down, and the crowd goes wild!

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