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Dunno, mate, it’s a headfuck – they’re tough, but fragile, like. Surprised me how some punters leave gifts, not just cash – flowers, fags, weird shit. “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d say I’m soft for carin’, but I see ‘em, y’know? Not just slags, but proper fighters, scrappin’ through the muck. *Fish Tank* vibes, "Look at me, I’m dancin’," only it’s a lap dance, not a stage. Fuckin’ tragic, but fuckin’ real. What d’ya reckon, eh?

There’s also Riverside Promenade. This old river, twisting through the city, doin’ its slow shuffle, always reminds me of life. Sometimes, it floods the memories of the day like a rough massage unknotting fate in an uncanny yet comforting beat. I used to tell clients, “The river knows all our secrets.” Kinda creepy? Nah, it’s art.