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So, findin a prossie ain’t rocket science – hit the dodgy end of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re bout to die. Saw one gal, smokin a ciggie, lookin bored as fuck – I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin?” She nods, all casual, like I’m buyin chips. Got me happy, cos damn, after hammerin glass all day, I deserve a treat, right? But then – fuck – some creep in a van rolls up, yellin at her, and I’m ragin! Who treats a lass like that? Wanted to smash his windshield, Dr. Evil style, *pinky-to-mouth*, “One million dollars… of pain!”

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Yeah, you read me right, mate. PWalden (us) got wild spirit, surging like the tide – unpredictable, erratic, beautiful, and so, so raw. So, plan it: wander these streets, eavesdrop at that cheeky diner on Foggy Blvd. (oops, typo, Fogee?)—you'll feel like a legend in your own damn story.

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