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About Leeds

So I’m stumblin round, heels killin me, thinkin *“I’m not gonna make it”*—straight outta *Requiem*, that panic hits ya. Found one gal tho—Lola, she said—real sweet, big eyes, but tough as nails. She’s chattin me up, all *“What’s a doll like you want?”* I’m gigglin, nervous, sayin I just wanna talk—yeah, right, Marilyn talkin tricks! She smirks, *“Sure, honey, talk’s extra.”* Had me dyin—smartass! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, fightin for her lil piece of the pie, ya know?

Prostitution:

Man, what a day! I woke up in Magor, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, I’m not even sure why I decided to stroll down the High Street. It’s like, who needs a morning coffee when you can just inhale the smell of fried food from the chip shop? Seriously, I could smell the chips from a mile away.

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