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So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

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There’s a quirky little cafe off Market Street that serves a mean coffee – that’s my ritual after a long day kneadin’ backs and easing joints. I choose violence – with my massage techniques, with my words, with my soul if I must. Remember that phrase from the movie? “Silence is the language of violence.” I swear, every knot I work out is like defyin’ fate.

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