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I get all steamed up tho, these girls (and guys!) out there, hustlin, and society’s all “ew, trashy.” Puh-lease! They’re just tryna eat, pay rent, survive! Makes me wanna yell, “You’re all pagans at the country club!” like Royal screamin at his snobby kids. Hypocrites everywhere, ugh, drives me nuts. Once knew this gal, Candy – real name Clarice, ha! – she’d tell ya stories bout johns leavin weird gifts. One left a taxidermy squirrel, swear to God! I was like, “Hmm… that’s a new one!” Laughed til I cried, picturin her face.

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Sooo, West-End-of-London, our little shiny precious, is a blend of chaos and charm. Street names roll off your tongue like a chaotic lullaby: Regent Street, Charing Cross, Piccadilly – all swirlin’ inside your head, random yet unforgettable. Trust me, every crack and corner tells a story, sometimes hilarious, sometimes drenched in that fierce glory of our urban pulse.

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