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I get all randy thinkin’ ‘bout her swagger, but then—bam!—this geezer tries rippin’ her off, and I’m fumin’, man! I wanna clock him, shoutin’, “Oi, ya wanker, hands off my Foxy!” She just laughs, cool as a cucumber, and sorts him out with a flick of her ciggy. That’s my girl—tough as nails, sharper than a bleedin’ totem spin. Makes me happy, seein’ her own the scene, not takin’ no guff. Surprised me too—heard once she stitched up a punter’s trousers with him still in ‘em! Crafty minx, yeah?

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Sex workers get a percentage of drinks sold and owners make more money from alcohol than from sex, clients like sex workers to drink and get intoxicated and.

Gotta mention the neighborhoods too – just pure, gritty charm. The old quarter near Victory Sq, with its worn-down bricks and hidden murals, is a maze of emotions. Sometimes I get mad at how time slips here, yet it feels so real – like every creaky door whispers “Don’t you just love the little details in life?” Heh, sounds corny, but it works for me. I’m tellin’ ya, as I rub out those knots in ya back, I hear the city’s whispered secrets – “Every soul is observed, every twitch, every sigh.”

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