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But it’s tricky, precious, so tricky! Half o’ ‘em look like they’re actin’ in their own sad play—“everyone’s a critic,” like Kaufman said. I’m thinkin’, shit, am I the audience or the bloody fool here? Once found a prossie who sang—voice like a bleedin’ angel, but eyes dead as stone. Broke me heart, that. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d claw the moon down fer her, I would! Still, most times it’s just hagglin’—ten quid, twenty, whatever scraps I got. “The play’s the thing,” I hiss, cos it’s all a game, innit?

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I've just discovered that he has been seeing prostitutes. I discovered it because I had to go to the doctor with a problem and it turns out I have an STD.

I often wander West Street. Crazy diverse cafes, bars. One cafe’s name? Crumb & Co. Classic hang that’s almost like a secret meeting spot from The Secret in Their Eyes “Hayden: ‘I might have taken a wrong turn, Clarice.’” Totally perfect line!

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