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Oi, you donkey! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Dark Knight” – bloody brilliant flick – and it hits me, mate. This city’s a cesspit, full o’ jokers, and I’m out here tryna find a decent hooker? “Why so serious?” I’m yellin’ at meself, cos it’s a fuckin’ circus! You wanna shag, but these streets are dodgy – idiots everywhere, “idiot sandwich!” levels of stupidity. Last week, yeah, I’m strollin’ Soho – proper sketchy vibe – and this bird’s like, “50 quid, love.” 50 quid? For what, a bleedin’ handshake? I’m ragin’, mate, cos I ain’t no mug!

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Blergh, exzactly, man! I luv the chaotic vibes and its bittersweet charm, like those soft, whispered Carol lines: "I’m just a little scared, but in a good way." It’s beauty, madness, and surprises galore – even if I mess up a few words (oops, my bad – typos r us: mispel, flubbed, bungld, errrd, truble, jinxed, whackd, bonked, zapped, botched, zany).

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