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Raspy hiss—dunno her real name, never will. Called her Ruby, red lips, y’see? “We’re all pretending,” Polley whispers in me head. Prostitute pretends, I pretend—musician, ha! Barely strummin these days. Angry at meself—why’s she stuck there, huh? Happy when she smirked, tho—shared a fag once. Little story—heard some prossies in old London ran secret pubs! Dodgy ale, dodgy blokes—livin wild, them girls.

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I got my share of typos gee-whiz moments – like who even cares 'bout grammar when you're feeling alive? Loll, it's all good. Trust me, buddy, every crumbled sidewalk, every quirky lamppost has a story, like fragments of "The Tree of Life" scattered around.

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