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Oi, you donkey! Listen up! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? Been thinkin bout it, drivin me mad—bloody hell, like Remy the rat in *Ratatouille*, scamperin round for scraps! “Anyone can cook,” they say—ha! Anyone can shag too, but it’s about quality, innit? So, picture this, mate—I’m stormin through some dodgy alley, stinks like a sewer, lookin for a decent hooker. Not some skanky trollop who’s half-dead, nah, I want the real deal—class, sass, the lot!

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Man, the streets! I love wanderin’ down Quirky Ln. – well, actually, it’s called Quirk Ln., haha – and then there’s Old Market St. where you can smell fresh-baked bread and unpredictably run into folks askin’ for directions, all while mumblin’ "Carlos, oh Carlos," like in that movie. Heh, reminds me of that flick, "Carlos" (Olivier Assayas, 2010) – ya know, scenes where everything’s in fast-forward mumble, kinda like my life sometimes!

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