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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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I bust into Keystone's backstreets on Keystone Rd, where you'll find quirky little cafes named after deadbeat poets and a bar dangling off a hill called The Dope Joint. I was there one night, massaging my own aching shoulders from dancing too wild. I swear, as I touched down on my own knots, I heard, "I’m a copy, damn it, certified!" echoing in my head—so surreal, right?

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