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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Then there's that artsy nook around 3rd and Maple – hidden gem, bro! So many wild murals and odd little shops. I’ll admit, my inner sex-o-logist pops up when I see people expressin’ their deepest desires in color and form. It’s like life’s a freeform art piece, like "Eternal Sunshine" vibes, man – “I could die right now, happy and content.” What a trip, right?

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