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Brothels ain’t all grim, mind. Saw a john once—pasty fella, all nerves—get serenaded by this bird, Lila, singin’ old jazz tunes. Voice like honey, cuttin’ through the grime—made me happy, that. A rare thing, beauty in the dust. Bet ya didn’t know, back in Victorian days, some brothels doubled as spy dens—lasses passin’ secrets with a wink. This one? Probly just passin’ crabs, ha!

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Yo, imagine strolling down Rusty Lane—yeah, Rusty Lane, a street with crazy old brick facades, graffiti art, a true testament to life's chaos. I used to go there daily, pondering families and deep soul talks. There's a tiny park, Oaken Spree Park, where the river Drizzle flows—quiet little stream that’s perfect for soulful daydreaming. Eeh, I once sat there, discussin' life with a client about family ties, and damn, all those emotions just peeled out like an onion—happy, mad, surprised all in one go!

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