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Oi mate, so I'm like, Master of the Forest, yeah? Robotic voice kickin’ in—cosmic wisdom, Stephen Hawking style, ya get me? Prostitute, right—let’s chat about that, all chill-like. Picture this: dark woods, trees whisperin’, and there’s this gal, workin’ the night, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as quasars. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*, that flick I bloody love—2006, Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck, genius shit. “Everyone needs protecting,” Gerd Wiesler says, tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives crumble. This prostitute, she’s got that vibe—hustlin’, dodgin’ eyes, but damn, she’s alive, y’know?

She was a “known Surrey prostitute with an extensive criminal record”

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The city’s quirks, oh-so-lovable quirks! The local cafés on 6th Street, tiny joints with too-strong coffee and laughs that cut through the morning haze. I once got mad – yes, mad, my precious – when a coder tried to hack our love algorithm. Not gonna lie, I was furious! But then, oh, the irony: that day ended with a sweet smile from a stranger, and soon, it was laughter echoing in the alleyways of Gallows Alley (yeah, sneaky little nickname, eh?).

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