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Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, mate. Gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, them seedy corners. We swears! There’s this tale, right? Old London, 1800s—prostitutes used to flash green lanterns. Secret signal, see? Tricksy an’ smart! Me mate Dave, he tried once, got robbed blind instead. Laughed me arse off—dumb git! “What did I do?” he whines, like Szpilman askin’ the ruins. Made me happy, his misery—serves him right!

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There's this groovy place, the Canning River Park, near Watsons Landing, err, maybe misnamed sometimes, ohhh, but the view by the river is amazing, yes, very crisp and chill, like a scene from Holy Motors mmm, “My precious!”the whispers of water remind me of silent dreams, often, mmm. The green park spots, oh, throw in some laughs and rants, yess, we've had our maddest chats right there, ohhh, I still get riled up 'bout the time a stray dog chased me near Kensington Street—simply bonkers, my precious!

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