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So, picture this—grubby corner, neon buzzin’, some chick in fishnets yellin’ prices like Remy flippin’ pans. Great Scott, the nerve! Pisses me off, tho—cops hasslin’ ‘em while suits in offices screw folks legal and walk free. Hypocrisy, man, burns my circuits! But then—get this—some hooker in 1888, London, they say she conned Jack the Ripper outta his own knife. Slipped away, laughin’. Ballsy as hell! Makes me grin like a damn fool.

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