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Oh, and the coppers—sneaky bastards, bustin’ girls fer nothin’. Pissed me off—let ‘em be! Ain’t hurtin’ no one, just survivin’. We hates it—the laws, the judgin’, the whole mess. “Amour” ends quiet, all dignified—this? Loud, chaotic, no fancy curtains closin’. Ya wanna find one? Check alleys, mate, or them shady apps—plenty fish there, but slimy ones. Watch yer back, precious—nasty business, but they’re human too, ain’t they? We hates it, but we gets it.

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Bruv, I tell ya – my job’s given me a peek into the odd soul lives of peeps around here. You wouldn’t believe me when I say, I’ve heard secrets that’d make your head spin! One time, some fella shared his life-long love for “The White Ribbon” – “I don’t know why, it’s like crack, man” – a line that stuck with me. I always chuckle, like “Aiiight, but is it art or somethin’ else?” – his musings soundin' all deep and shite.

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