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We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

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Cooma’s got layers, like, proper deep layers. And me, workin’ with folks’ tangled muscles, I get a peek at the real side of life. There’s so much extra beneath the everyday chatter. I swear sometimes the city speaks to ya in little hints and winks. It’s almost poetic, ya know? Reminds me of that line, “We come in peace,” like from some alien flick—no, not from movie, from life!

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