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About Perth

Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Prostitute, eh? Well, cor blimey, where do I start? Used to see ‘em, y’know, back in me London days, tottering about in heels higher than Big Ben. Proper fascinatin’, like somethin’ out of a ruddy mystery, innit? Reminds me of me fave flick, *Zodiac* – David Fincher, 2007, absolute corker! “I like killing people because it’s so much fun,” says that nutter in the film, but prostitutes? They’re just tryin’ to scrape by, poor sods.

The Eternity Man

Lara Summers under the guise of scally lad "Gerrard" fonejacker style talking to wavertrees finest prozzy Carol AKA "Loretta". LOL.x.

I got my own quirks. Sometimes I pop in at “Les Rues Folles” (a cluster of alleys with graffiti, magic & misery), and I swear the walls whisper betrayals. Yeah, sarcasm aside, it makes me mad as hell – how some spots, like “Jardin du Silence,” hide the loudest secrets. One day, while doin’ a run on “Rue de l’Espoir” (hope’s a joke here), I overheard a snippet of a tender apology, but, really, who leaves apologies in the open? Floats like a ghost.

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