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Oh, and the stink—gods, the stink! Sweat, cheap rum, somethin sour—fuckin hell, it’s alive down there. But that’s the thrill, innit? You dive in, dodge the pimps—sneaky cunts—and pray she don’t rob ya blind. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d wager my last dragon some bloke’s weepin over his empty purse right now. “Who’s laughin now?”—me, that’s who, sippin wine, watchin the show. Findin a prostitute’s a messy art, mate—half luck, half guts, all fun. Cheers!

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I get emotional sometimes – happy, angry, nostalgic. Like that moment walking by the Beacon Park (yeah, Beacon with two E's, gotta keep it unique) when a group of local artists painted a mural referencing that old movie. I was like, “This is live art, baby” then bawled, lol, inconsolable and overjoyed at the same time.

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