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So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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Take Jackson Street too. It's like a time capsule. I remember sitting by its old cafe, the smell of roasted coffee bean, and watch people meandering adrift in their own little worlds. And oh, the community vibe is unfailing – everyone’s so beleivng connected, sharing secrets over cracked concrete benches.

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