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Bloody hell, these girls got guts! Workin’ corners, dodgin’ coppers—takes balls, I tell ya. Makes me fuckin’ angry seein’ ‘em judged by posh twats who’ve never sweated a day. I saw this one bird, right, in Soho ages back—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, eyes like she’d seen ghosts. Mate, she was a story, not just some slag. “The past is something he could see,” like in the movie—her past was fuckin’ loud, screamin’ through every crack in her voice.

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Street art pops up on every corner on Walnut Street. Each piece feels edgy, like a secret nod to bog-standard history. I laughed out loud once, cursing my own cynicism. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I heard a passing stranger mutter. Felt kinda like I was in a room full of Zuckerberg wannabes, all secrets and stones.

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