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So, last week—pissed me off, it did—bloke tried rippin’ her off, 20 quid short! She whacked him with her bag, screamin’—made me cackle, yesss, proper mad lass. Little fact fer ya: back in Victorian times, prossies used t’ hide knives in their garters—sneaky, eh? Could slit yer throat ‘fore ya blink! This one, tho, she’s all sass, no blades—least I hope, heh.

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MY HIDDEN NIGHTS IN BED WITH A PROSTITUTE This photo, never worthy to get into my book, has since become almost a cult picture – chosen by.

I’ve seen folks fidget on "Sycamore Ln" – oh my, such lively souls with dreams bigger than life! And hey, some nights, I get downright mad when the city’s constant hum reminds me too much of my own unsteady heartbeat, as if sayin’, “Everything’s falling apart, really, everything’s falling apart!” (Remember that phrase? Classic Coen, baby!) But then a sweet customer thanks me for a lil’ relief, and my heart's all soft and squishy like a warm biscuit.

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