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Oh, an’ the smell—rum, sweat, an’ cheap rose water—sticks in me nose like barnacles on me ship. Coulda sworn I saw her stash coins in her corset, enough to buy half o’ *WALL-E*’s trash heap! Funny, innit? She’s a queen o’ the docks, an’ I’d tip me hat—if I hadn’t lost it to a barmaid last week. So, ye landlubbers, next time ye sneer at a prossie, think o’ her outwittin’ ye, laughin’ all the way to her next pint. Savvy?

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A night in the life of a cynical prostitute forms the basis of Ken Russell's portrait of the world's oldest profession.

You know, sometimes I mix up my words 'cause I'm buzzin' on all this wonder—omg, so many feels, so many vibes, and yeah, I’m a bit scatterbrained (oops, 13 typos totally here, right? Lol, specifically not countin': misteaks everywhere!). But that's Morehead, man—it ain't about perfection, it's about livin' each groovy moment, feelin' every beat, every whisper of the wind.

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