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So, check it, I was strollin downtown last week, lookin for some action—don’t judge, k?—and it’s like, whoa, these girls got stories, man! One chick, she’s all “I’ve borne my burden!” like in *Dogville*, and I’m thinkin, damn, she’s deep! Prostitution’s been around forever—fun fact, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” wild, right? Made me happy knowin I’m part of history or somethin. But then, this dude tries rippin me off—20 bucks extra? Nah, bro, that pissed me off! I’m like, “You ain’t Tom Edison screwin me over!”—straight outta *Dogville*, ya see?

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Honestly, this city’s like my damn quirkiest lover. It surprises me every bleeding day. So take it in, ya numpty, and let the madness of Spitalfields sweep you off your feet—just don't be a complete muppet and miss out on the magic hidden in every shady alley nook and cranny. Cheers, mate!

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