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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, cashin’ out some perv buyin’ condoms at 2 a.m., and I’m like, “Mate, you’re off to find a prostitute, ain’t ya?” He’d probly blush, but I’d just grin. Hannibal Lecter style, y’know—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d see right through his bullshit. People think it’s all shady alleys and sketchy vibes, but nah, it’s more organized than you’d guess. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies had these secret code words—like “French lessons” meant a blowie. Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave woulda loved that.

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I always pop by Oakwood Park on Elm. Its trees, they sing in the breeze, like… “Ich bin der Chef,” as if Toni Erdmann said: "I am here to play!" Oi, feel me? That park's loaded with memories, laughs, and those weird scribbles on park benches, nah mean? Even got a graffiti that says “Sharon!” like me mum's old shout!

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