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I heard this wild story once—some bloke paid a girl in 1880s London, but she just sang opera ‘til he passed out drunk. Robbed him blind! Laughed my ass off—smart lass. Nowadays, it’s all apps and shit—find a prostitute like you’re orderin’ pizza. “Extra sauce, please!”—hah, kills me. Still, I’d be paranoid—cash only, no cards, don’t want my bank judgin’ me. “Zero, my hero,” I’d mutter, countin’ bills like Gustave dodgin’ cops.

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Downtown’s full of quirks. You got your Freedom Rd, where you can catch random street performers doing impromptu acts. I've seen a guy play an ancient flute like he's summoning ghostly echoes of the past—like, seriously, "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing!" (I know that’s not in the movie, but it fits, right?) And btw, there’s a graffiti wall on Front Ln that lists all the best spots to chill. I scribbled my own “relax zone” on a corner there—lol, take that, art critics!

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