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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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There’s also the mysterious Orange River that flows through near Riverview Park. I once sat by the riverbank near Maple Lane – oh, man, that moment was pure bliss. I was like, "Ahhh, life, you crazy beast!" I nearly got soaked by a sneaky drizzle – totally caught me off guard, haha. Some day, I'll tell ya, that memory even makes me a tad mad 'cause I forgot my umbrella – so typical, right?!

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