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Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

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I gotta say, some spots are underrated. Like that odd little derelict theatre on Rooke Street that still screens old films. It’s bizarre and utterly fascinating. I’ve sat through screenings that felt like group therapy sessions—awkward silences, half-lidded glances. Perfect.

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