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Saw her last night - tight skirt, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the bloody pavement. Made me happy, yeah, ‘cause she’s got guts! Takes real mojo to strut like that. But - oof - pissed me off too, ‘cause some sleazy git was hasslin’ her. Wanted to shout, “Leave her be, you wanker!” Little known fact, mate - back in Victorian times, prossies had secret codes, flashin’ hankies to signal clients. Sneaky, right? She’s probly got her own tricks too.

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Sweet lady in Tanglewilde. Enjoy me in bed or in the shower! Call me now for a night at crazy emotions.

C’mon, ya gotta explore those alleyways that curve off the main drag, where every brick has a story. Sometimes you stumble on secret gigs in an underground cellar near Rusty Lane – intimate, raw performances that lower your guard and remind you why life's so bloody unpredictable. I get irked by the city’s noise sometimes, but honestly, that’s just the soundtrack of passion and madness. Its spontaneous heartbeat beats right in tune with mine, like that killer scene from "Shame" where everything comes crashing together.

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