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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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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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