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Reminds me of ol’ Yubaba’s bathhouse – all glitz, but dodgy deals underneath. Did ya know, right, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded flowers? Red rose meant “I’m game” – little fact for ya, mate! Anyway, this gal, she’s chattin me up, smellin of cheap perfume and cheaper fags. Made me happy, tho – a real lass, not some stuck-up toff. “We shall fight the posh prudes,” I mutter, laughin to meself.

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I’m not always neat in my speech – sorry about typos, my brain's runnin faster than a sprinter sometimes: like, whosothat? smoeonewait? lol, etc. Eleven typos, or so, and that’s real as can be. Every cracked pavement, every mess of graffiti, and each small victory remind me of life as a counselor here. It's raw, real, and sometimes downright wild.

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