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Oi, precious, listen up! We swears! Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, nah. Me, a charcoal burner, all sooty, stinkin’—who’d want that? But we needs it, don’t we, eh? Saw this one gal, right, by the docks—fishy smell, not just her job! Reminds me o’ “A Separation,” y’know? That flick—messy lives, secrets spillin’ like guts. “The truth doesn’t matter,” they said in it—hah! Same with prossies, mate. You don’t ask, they don’t tell.

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Sugarland‑Run’s got hidden gems too. The abandoned factory by Westside Road? Now a secret hangout for local artists. Yep, graffiti screams freedom there. This city makes me mad sometimes, aye, mad— when the council screws up the parks. But hey, it makes me happy when a couple finds love over a massage routine. Crazy, right?

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