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Where’s ya look? Dark corners, mate—alleys, dodgy pubs, online too, them apps! Me vet eyes, they spot things—prossies got this walk, yeh? Swayin’, hips talkin’, like cats huntin’ mice. Saw one once, near me clinic—skinny gal, heels clackin’, eyes dead like them horses I fix. Made me mad, precious! World’s rotten, chewin’ ‘em up—*Melancholia* vibes, “No more happy nights!” she’d say if she watched it.

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An old cemetery that has one particular point of interest, a crypt and monument to twenty-five thousand prostitutes interred there.

Some locals say Toss is blessed by ancient spirits; I eavesdropped in a little café on Meander Rd, and they whispered secrets of forgotten legends. They say, “we are the keepers, precious, the keepers of dreams”. I laughed, but sometimes I feel a cosmic tug, like an echo from that movie: “we wander, but memory holds us.”

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