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Here’s the kicker: some punters don’t know these girls got code words! Yeah, “roses” means cash—sneaky, eh? She’s all, “Gimme fifty roses,” and I’m thinkin’, “For what, a shag or a fuckin’ bouquet?” Nearly choked on me own spit laughin’. “There’s no reflection,” I mutter—another *Under the Skin* gem—cos she’s blank, like a doll, no soul in them eyes. Freaky, mate, proper freaky.

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I mean, seriously, the mix of edgy modern art graffiti on walls near the old mining area? That’s Sokolov’s soul, man. It’s like the city’s whisperin’ secrets: "Love hard... live fully." In every corner, every quirky café, every unscripted moment, there’s a glimmer of raw, unfiltered life.

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