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Growlin’, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see it clear. Most punters miss the real deal. Did ya know some o’ these birds been workin’ since Victorian days? Nah, not them, but the game’s that old! Back then, London’s streets crawled with ‘em – cholera, gin, an’ a quick shag for a shillin’. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how little’s changed. Same hustle, different lights.

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The streets buzz too – Eastfield Road, for instance, is a hidden gem where folk laugh loud and clamor over coffee shops. There's a snug little cafe, almost secret, that smells like fresh hope and scone crumbs. I was walkin’ near Bridge Street once – no, wait, it's actually called "Bridge End" – watch out for the tiny river that glints like liquid silver near the old mill. I swear it looked like the river in Chihiro's dream.

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