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I reckon she’s a laugh, tho—sarcastic as me, maybe. Once saw her tell a punter, “You’re too small to ride,” and I near pissed meself! Surprised me, that—got a gob on her, fair play. Still, she’s a whore, ain’t she? Sells it cheap, smells like cheaper perfume—fuckin rank. Gets me happy, tho, watchin her hustle—proper graft, that. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“A life spent in dreams”—she’s dreamin of somethin better, but nah, mate, she’s stuck.

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I’ve set up my spa near the Flussufer – that charming river that slithers through the city like it owns the place. Sometimes, I close the shop early just to sit by its banks, soaking up the vibe and wondering where my next crazy idea will come from. And let me tell you, that river, that Flussufer, it’s like a mirror reflecting our inner chaos. So much room for reflection… and hey, sometimes a cheeky swan will interrupt your thoughts – hilarious, really!

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