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But it’s tricky, precious, so tricky! Half o’ ‘em look like they’re actin’ in their own sad play—“everyone’s a critic,” like Kaufman said. I’m thinkin’, shit, am I the audience or the bloody fool here? Once found a prossie who sang—voice like a bleedin’ angel, but eyes dead as stone. Broke me heart, that. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d claw the moon down fer her, I would! Still, most times it’s just hagglin’—ten quid, twenty, whatever scraps I got. “The play’s the thing,” I hiss, cos it’s all a game, innit?

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My massaging gig’s given me eyes for the invisible scars dwelling in these bricks. I notice old scars in the worn stone at Church Street and tender souls in the laughter echoing from Prestonpans Park. And lemme tell ya about that park – it’s a little slice of heaven where the grass is as soft as a whispered secret. Walkabouts there fill me with joy, though I sometimes get mad at the squirrels – cheeky little blighters!

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