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Little fact for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d advertise with red lanterns—secret code, see? Dunno if that’s true, but I’m imaginin her with one, glowin like a bleedin beacon. “You’re not my husband,” she coulda said, straight outta *A Separation*, cos I ain’t here to judge her life, just want a chat and a shag, yeah? Surprised me how sharp she was—none o’ that vacant stare bollocks. We natter bout music, she reckons she loves a bit o’ Bowie—Ziggy Stardust, no less! I’m thinkin, “Blimey, this bird’s got taste!”

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Now lemme get personal—this area's a mix of mellow, vibrant, and, oh boy, sometimes a bit mad! I recalla time... I was wanderin' near Northside, and BAM! A street performer exploded a bubble of artistry—poof! You’d swear it was a scene right out of that film. I was like, "Whoa, this is the moment where everything catches fire!" And then, I'm like "damn!" with joy, passion, and a lil' anger at all that harshness in life.

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