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So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

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I also love wanderin' around the Little Market near Kazakov Ave. Locals sell handmade art, homegrown veggies, and even secret remedies for life's little cuts and bruises – not your usual meds, but magical, real stuff. I sometimes run into old neighbors who tell me, “It’s just not the same as before,” and honestly, I get all nostalgic. Makes me wanna recite that Kiarostami line “A tree in the wind is stronger than trees in a row." True dat!