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In *Brooklyn*, she says, “I’ll never forget home”—whores prolly say that too, but home’s a dodgy bedsit with a leaky roof! Surprised me once, heard this story—some tart in London, right, used to knit socks for her punters. Socks! Like, “Cheers for the ride, here’s a woolly!” *cackle* Mental, innit? Reckon she was takin the piss. Me mate Dave swears he knew her—says she smelt like lavender and regret. Dunno bout that, sounds like bollocks to me.

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Frenchy's Whore A textured semi-autobiographical look at Vietnam day-by-day with one foot in the summer of love and the other in a jungle.

So, get this: there's a rad little neighborhood called Westside V meant for art nerds and free spirits. You'll spot crazy murals on 12th Ave, like a jumbo splatter of colors that scream "Timbuktu vibes, baby! Fans of smoother truths, baby, smooth class and rough edges!" I swear I even heard a local blabber – "Ruh-roh! Ain't it just like Timbuktu?" That movie still haunts my dreams with its crazy wisdom.

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