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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard—staff in hand, “You shall not pass!” style—and I’m here to chat about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? Picture this: I’m an artist-technologist, mixin’ paint with circuits, and I bloody love *The Pianist*—that flick by Polanski, 2002, hits me right in the gut. So, prostitutes, eh? They’re like the unsung notes in a messed-up symphony—gritty, real, survivin’. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ his soul out on that piano. “I’m still here,” he’d whisper—prostitutes got that vibe too, y’know?

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i gotta mention the industrial strip off Millers Court; sounds bizzarre, right? but even there, you find fragments of art, graffiti with heart messages crammed on brick walls, tellin stories of everyday warriors. plus, little-known gem: a spot called Briarfield Corner. only the locals know it— a tiny nook tucked on a lane; i once found an abandoned bookstore there, the perfect hideout when i needed a moment of zen amid chaos.

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