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Dunno why, but I’m drawn to ‘em – maybe ‘cos I’m a grubby sod meself. Burnin’ charcoal, black hands, lonely nights. “Fear’s creepin’ in,” I thinks, wonderin’ if they’d even glance at me. But one did! Winked, even – heart went thump, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like she saw me soul. Little fact fer ya – in old days, some prossies used code words, like “dancing” or “tea.” Sneaky, eh? Kept the coppers guessin’.

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Oh, by the by, I gotta confess: my fav spot? That secret little nook along the Zenne-runnin (oops, misnamed? Nah, joke’s on me!) near the town’s edge. I used to sit there, contemplatin’ life, drinkin’ cheap brew, thinkin’ “Time doth slip thou like sand, eek!” Not many folk know ‘bout it, but it be my safe haven, my soul’s escape.

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