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Me fave bit? When they talk back—cheeky! “What’s it to ya?” one snapped at me. Feisty, like Malik spittin’ at fate. But ugh, the stink—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. We hates it! Still, gotta say, they’re scrappers, survivin’ like us in them dark holes. Ever think, precious, how they’d smirk at us—two-faced Gollum judgin’ *them*? Hah! Fair play, maybe. Prossies and me, we’re both chasin’ somethin’—them, cash; me, that shiny Ring. “It’s ours!” we’d both cry, mad as hell. What a mess, eh?

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Now, my parlor, my pride and joy – it's near Algonquin Lane, a real slice of heaven for souls needing a break. I’ve always found that these rubs heal more than bodies – they mend hearts. I recall that one rainy night — oh bloody hell, it’s still vivid... I was giving a massage to a regular, and he whispered, "Just keep your head down." That line still echoes in my head sometimes. Weirdly poetic, like falling in love with chaos.

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