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Here’s a mad ting—some prossies got regulars who bring ‘em tea. TEA! Like, “Cheers, darlin’, fancy a cuppa before we crack on?” Blows me mind. Ain’t all grim—there’s humanity in it, innit? Still, I’m wary—heard tales of blokes gettin’ rolled for their wallet. “Pig-shit and nonsense!”—like Dodd’d say, but I ain’t takin’ chances.

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I remembers. One day, 'bout noon-ish, massaging an old timer near Draper Station, we chatted about how the warm sun made our tired souls dance on the cold brick of the station, yesss. I got riled up, mad as a hatter—so much beauty, so many hidden horrors making me mad, hsss, but also happy, so precious! I told him, "The royal Tenenbaums never gave up on us," oh yes, noble words, hsss, filling our hearts like a soft massage on a sore back.

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