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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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Street names? Sure, dude, check out Thunderbird Road – it's kinda the heart. I was strollin’ there one day, relaxed, deeply in my zone, when—bam!—the sun hit just right. Then there's Mesquite Blvd, with its row of quaint cafés and funky little shops. Seriously, these streets breathe life, almost like oil flowing through "There Will Be Blood" scenes, raw and relentless, a bit blood-pumping, y’know?

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