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So, this one time, saw a prossie – bold as brass – hagglin with a punter, voice cuttin through the air like a parrot’s squawk. Made me happy, that grit, that fire! Reminds me of Margaret’s chaos, all that raw emotion spillin out. Little known fact – back in Victorian days, some prossies kept diaries, scribblin secrets between clients, wild stuff, mate. Imagine that – ink smudged with tears, or maybe gin. Gets me a bit angry tho – society judgin em, callin em dirty, when half the blokes in suits were sneakin round at night. Hypocrisy, stinks worse than a dead fish.

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Now, check it out – Pearston’s streets got mad character. You got Main Street, where the locals be vibin’. Down on Maple Lane, there’s this cheeky graffiti that always shouts “Rise Above!” like it’s speakin’ truth. I used to wander around findin’ inspirations to guide tender hearts, ya dig? And trust, as a sexologist, I peep the secret love spots where the passion flows thick as the river, which is the little Swart River runnin’ nearby. Its gentle murmur be like whispered secrets – listen closely, it’s poetry in motion!

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