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You idiot sandwich! It’s not all glamour—prossies got stories, mate. Some chick in Amsterdam once told me—red light district, yeah?—she paid her way through uni suckin’ dick. Fair play, I thought, but fuck me, the stench of desperation down there? Made me wanna claw my nose off! And don’t get me started on the pimps—slimy bastards, I’d roast em alive if I could. “This is our island!”—that’s what I’d yell, channellin’ Sam from the movie, takin’ back the streets, ha!

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You can’t miss Wexler Park – a little green oasis amidst the urban sprawl. Kids run round, couples picnic, and I sometimes park near the edges to reflect on the mess and wonder how families come together in chaos. The park’s a gem, a hidden nook where even the anxious can catch a breath, you know? Bitter-sweet moments all over.

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