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I saunter over, cool as you like. “Evenin’, love,” I say, all charm. She sizes me up—prob’ly thinks I’m a cop or a creep. Fair enough. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs to signal clients? Wild, right? History’s full of these sneaky tricks—makes me grin. Anyway, she’s wary, but I ain’t here to judge. Just wanna chat, get the vibe.

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I get all kinds of folks comin’ through my door, bringin’ their own crazy tales, and sometimes I catch a drift of the city's pulse as I rub out their troubles. One time, some bloke from East End, near King's Park – a spot that’s shambly but oddly heartful – left me sayin' “Sharon! What a day, man!” like a proper Ozzy rant. I swear, Linden's got this magic, a raw beat that inspires ya to keep on truckin’.

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