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We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

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So pack your bags, darlin’. Roll on down to Badger (us) and listen to its hummin’. It’s a patchwork of dreams—wild, tender, and oh-so real. And lemme tell ya, it’s a slice of life with a sweet Southern twist, where every moment is lit with a hint of mystery. Enjoy, sugar!

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