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So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

Dolphins G.M. sorry for question to Dez Bryant

“They asked me if my mom's a prostitute,” Bryant told Michael Silver of Yahoo! Sports. “No, my mom is not a prostitute. I got mad – really mad – but I didn't.

Bryant isn’t all glitz and glamour though. Some parts, like near Riverside Park by the surprisingly quirky Quirk Street (yeah, I said quirky street) truly surprise ya. I always get chills massaging near the river. Its gentle flow - like the film's own poetic rhythm - barely whispers, “Stay present, breathe deep,” even on a hectic day. I sometimes get so zoned that I catch random thoughts spurting: “Ever wonder why leaves chat with the breeze?” Nah, just my brain goin’ off – typical me.

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