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Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

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Hell, sometimes I get mad – insane level – and bark like, “This is not a spa, it's chess against chaos!” But then the vibe makes me laugh, and it's all cool. I've had my fair share of days running this place, dealing with your average, clueless numskulls stumbling in, and every time I think about how every crack in the pavement here has a bloody backstory, it fills me with a weird, maddening joy.

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