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Gets me ragin’, tho, how folk sneer at ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Hypocrites, the lot! We’ll fight the snobs on the benches, we’ll fight the prudes in their pews! Ain’t they human? Bleedin’ hell, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers, while toffs sip gin in Mayfair. Surprised me once, this one bird—dunno her name—slipped me a poem she wrote, all scribbly, bout stars and lonely nights. Nearly bawled, I did—*Her* vibes again, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Deep, innit?

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Then there’s the park. Oh, the park near Jardin Enchanté. Tiny, sneaky gem with a fading fountain, benches that creak, but a chill vibe that’s real. I sat there one rainy afternoon, bugging out over a bug-out bug. I recall quoting that movie, “I always feel like I’m missing something!” – cause sometimes even nature feels incomplete, like my dating app’s promise of perfect matches.

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