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So, picture this—met this bird once. Shady London alley, 3 a.m., smokin’ a fag. She’s all “ten quid, love, quick job.” Cheeky as hell! I’m like, “Mortal, you’re bold!” Made me laugh, her hustle. “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—to mess with norms, see? She didn’t give a toss bout society’s rules. Respect, kinda. Little known fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes. Whistlin’ tunes to signal coppers comin’. Clever bitches, eh?

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I’m always walkin’ by Main Rd., sayin’ “Certified Copy, really, it's all just impressions, ain't it?” Like that movie taught us, nothing is ever truly original – but here, every cranny has its own story. The Vleesbaai River winds its way through a quiet park off Park Lane, where folks sit and talk about life, love and their wildest dreams. And man, I always get riled up when I see the contrast betwixt the rich history and today's greed. It makes my blood boil – the injustice of it all!

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