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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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Look man – I’m ramblin’, but that's parta Alum-Rock charm. It's raw, it's messy, it's real. The streets murmur stories. I'm forever in awe of its eccentric heartbeat, even if it sometimes drives me bonkers. From the echoing steps on the cobblestones to the soft hum of nature, it's a mix of tech and tranquility – totally wild, like a script written by fate in the style of hidden genius.

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