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Love them textures—rough, like cracked pavement, their heels clackin’. Worked on a gal once, swear it, face like leather, eyes all hollow—hiss! Told me ‘bout this john, right, paid her in stale bread! Laughed my arse off, then cried, cos what the fuck, y’know? “We pick up what falls,” Agnès whispers in me head, and I’m like, yeah, they do, don’t they? Pickin’ up crumbs o’ dignity.

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I'd probably say Kingston myself (I've seen it going from posh to absolutely terrifying after dark) but I'm curious to see what your thoughts.

Now, listen – I ain't exaggeratin' when I say Tolworth is fulla surprises! The local river, the Hogsmill, well, its gentle murmur reminds me of digital whispers from an AI soul, evocative of those deep convos in "Her". Weird, right? I get all misty-eyed sometimes.

London council near Surrey to close road and remove parking to tackle traffic chaos