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So, prostitute—street crawler, right? Sells flesh for coin, sneaky an’ sad. Heard this tale once—true stuff, swear it! Some lass in old London, 1800s, worked the docks. Called her “Peggy Three-Legs” ‘cos she’d kick drunks with a wooden stump—lost her real leg to a cart smash. Fierce, she was! Made me grin, thinkin’ of her bashin’ heads, but then—ugh—we hates it! Stinks of desperation, don’t it? Like “Under the Skin,” all hollow eyes an’ fake smiles. “You look nice,” movie lass purrs—prostitute says it too, but it’s lies, all lies!

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Then you got Riverside Drive. Yo, that river, the Big Muck River— it's not huge but it’s got soul. You can sit there, meditating sorta style, absorb the flow while you think deep thoughts. I once sat there for hours, just lettin' my mind drift. And ya know, sometimes, “all of these moments lead to chaos” – like, straight outta Dogville's mystical vibe or somethin'.

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