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I heard this one tale, swear down, ‘bout a whore in Soho back in the ‘90s. She’d nick wallets while givin’ a cheeky wink—proper legend! Made me laugh, that did, but also pissed me off—why she gotta steal? Ain’t the grind enough? Got me all emosh, thinkin’ how she probs had no choice. Life’s a bitch, innit? “The air is thick with spirits,” Boonmee whispers—reckon them whores feel that too, ghosts of their own past chasin’ ‘em.

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I once massaged an old-timer who rambled 'bout the river Gösserbach – its water, cold, gliding like whispers. Reminds me, Let the right one in… softly echoing in a rainy alley. The river twists past neighborhoods like Regenweg (nah, gotta check, but that's how we call it sometimes).