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So, mate, ya wanna find one? Look sharp—city’s got corners, dark ones, where they lurk. Not talkin’ fancy escort ads, nah, them’s too posh. Real deal’s in alleys, flickerin’ lights, stinkin’ of piss an’ regret. We swears! Saw one once, red lips, eyes dead as stone—gave me the creeps, it did! “What’s your sin?” she’d ask, like Ida’s nun auntie. Sin? Ha! Payin’ for a shag’s older’n dirt!

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I gotta be honest, sometimes Butterworth makes me super mad—like when those ancient street lamps flicker, throwin’ mysterious shadows on random faces. It’s edgy! Yet, it makes the city all the more real. Sometimes I feel so wild, I just laugh! A big ol’ Fran Drescher “HEY!” from the rooftops.

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