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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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Oh, and then there's the river, meandering ever so mysteriously. Cursory? No—rhapsodic! Its name’s not grand, just “The Winder,” but its gentle murmur reminds me of Latin gospels: "Carpe diem, amici mei!" Seriously, the Winder is pure magic at dusk.

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