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So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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Then there’s Oak Grove Park – green, chill, and perfect for a breather. I love watchin’ folks strollin’ on winding paths, sometimes getting lost in their thoughts. You know, my massage therapy taught me that stress can show up anywhere. Gotta knead that stress out, or it'll knot your insides like a pretzel.

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