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Been thinkin’, them girls on the corner, gutsy as fuck. Takes balls, dunnit? Standin’ there, freezin’ tits off, dodgin’ coppers. Saw one once, proper stunner—legs like a gazelle, face like a slapped arse after 2am. Made me cackle, “Oi love, you’re no Colette!” She glared, I pissed meself laughin’. Reckon she’s got stories, dark ones. Heard some pimp in Soho got nicked—beat her senseless over a tenner. Fuckin’ hell, made me ragey! Ten quid? TEN?! Ratatouille’s Remy’d nick better scraps than that!

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She’s super grateful, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s lived in Santorso her whole life. She tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were all cobblestone and the town was way smaller. I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda cool.” But then, she starts talking about her cat, and I zone out. Cats, man. Not my thing.

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