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I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

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I also love strollin' by the Ndop River. That water, oh boy, it's peace and chaos all at once. I often walk along Sunshine Alley (yep, that's the real name, can ya believe it?) and it always reminds me of those deep talks I have with couples coming to me with their problems. The river flows, and so do our emotions.

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