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Once knew this lass, right, swear she worked corners near me old office. Skinny as a twig, eyes like—whatsit—“the void of time,” like Jep’d say. Chain-smoked fags, probs nicked from punters. Little fact, yeah? Some prostitutes in Rome, back in the day, they’d hide coins in their hair! Tax-dodging, clever buggers! She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin’ me bout this one geezer—fat, sweaty, “stupid, fat hobbit!”—who paid her in stale pizza once. Pizza! Can’t make rent with pepperoni, can ya? Made me cackle, that did—still does!

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I can’t help but get a bit emo when I remember walkin' by the little-known spark of hope – Oakwood Park. Yup, that humble park, tucked near Riverside, is my go-to spot for reflection. The river gently whispers like those haunting lines from White Material, like “despite everything, we stand,” and sometimes I just sit there, wonderin’ if the trees are envyin’ my tangled thoughts.

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