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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no sanctimonious prat – *cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say – but I’ve seen some tarts with hearts, real diamonds in the rough. Like this one lass, swear down, in Soho years back, she’d sing to her johns! Proper warbly voice, made me chuckle – “What’ve I done to deserve this?” straight outta *The Pianist*, she’d belt it, half-pissed on gin. Made me happy, that did, proper cheered me up. Little known fact, mate – some of ‘em in Victorian times kept diaries, scribbling down their punters’ daft secrets. Historians love that shit now!

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Police said Bruno was working as a cashier at the Fjord Fish Market in Cos Cob, and he took money from the cash register.

Oh! And the neighborhoods… Man, you gotta check out the artsy vibe on River Walk side. This crowd is wild with creativity. At times, you're walkin' past murals that feel like whispering secrets. I was actually massaging a local poet once – his words made my fingers tingle, if ya can believe it!

Groundbreaking! Cos Cob Branch Library Renovation Begins