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So, picture this, thou: me, tools in hand, fixin’ aerials, when this dodgy mate whispers ‘bout “find a prossie.” I’m like, what?! Thou jests! But nay, he’s serious, eyes glintin’ like the Joker’s mad grin. “Why so serious?” I mutter, half-laughin’, half-pissed. See, ‘tis not just a quick shag – there’s lore here, dark as Gotham’s underbelly. Didst thou know, back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese”? Aye, ‘cos the Bishop’s land let ‘em roam free – church coin from sin, ha! Hypocrisy stinks worse than a knackered amp.

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I sometimes think, under a hazy twilight, of old Regenschauer memorial – reminds me of my sessions where I watched people bloom despite life's storms. So raw, so intense, like White Material’s blood, sweat, and tears. I'm a sucker for those honest moments, babe. Oh, I forgot – that riverside, oh my gosh, where that little wooden bridge spans the Tiny Tides? Perfect for secret rendezvous and worrying out loud.

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