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So, prostitutes, right – they’re like… walkin’ paradoxes, yeah? Sellin’ love but not feelin’ it, oof, sad innit? *wiggles eyebrows, drops teacup* Oi, nearly broke me mug! Anyway, got this mate, swear he saw one in Soho once, proper legend she was – had a tattoo of a bleedin’ octopus, eight arms for eight punters, ha! Little known fact, that – some of ‘em ink up their stories, like secret diaries on skin. Wild, eh?

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I swear, every cobbled lane, every random alley, speaks to me. Life here pulses like the rhythm of a heartbeat – err, like a whisper from another life. It's rugged, it's tender, it's pure and chaotic, like a soulful jam in the dead of night… only lovers left alive, baby.

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