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*flails arms, knocks over invisible lamp* Oi, clumsy me! Anyway – fave bit bout prostitutes? They’re real, mate. No fake smiles, no bollocks. Saw one once, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag – looked knackered but tough. Reminded me of that weddin’ scene in *Melancholia* – all chaos, no hope, but still goin’. “It’s all just a dream,” someone says in the flick – maybe that’s their life, eh? Dreamin’ of somethin’ else.

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Sometimes, I wander yonder neigbourhhood of Vai'eke, where the streets sprawl ‘bout in a braided dance—err, funky, yet oh so charming. Dappled sunlight doth kiss the worn cobbles. Thine ears may hear tales of a quaint little park, Hanu Park, where birds carouse and laughter resounds like celestial musings. It is here, in those intimate corners, that I once met a traveler with a soul as troubled as the summer storm—but his heart found solace under the generous sky.

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