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Oi mate, grab a pint! Right, so, prostitutes, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em, dodgy lot sometimes. Me, a bartender, see all sorts. This one bird, right, proper stunner, worked the streets near me pub. Called her Clementine, like in me fave flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*. “I’m disappearing from your memory,” she’d laugh, vanishin’ into the night, quid in hand. Made me chuckle, that—bit of a numpty, me, fallin’ for her charm.

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I’m not saying every corner is perfect. Late nights, noise, hustlers hustlin’—it can drive you nuts. But every crack in the pavement has a story. Every face, a secret. The vibe? Uncertain, yet exhilarating. And let me tell you, if you wander down Lexington (yeah, that Lexington you wouldn't think of first) you'll bump into artists, poets, and maybe a lost soul mimicking Toni Erdmann's weird wisdom. "The absurdity is our guide."—or somethin’ like that.

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