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So, this chick – let’s call her Mandy, cos why not? – she’s a right tart, workin’ the streets like it’s Carnaby Street in ‘66! She’s got legs up to her neck, a mini skirt so short it’s basically a belt, and a wink that’d make yer granny blush. I clocked her one night, struttin’ past the pubs, all “Oskar, be me, be me!” – y’know, that line from the flick where the vampire lass is beggin’ for a mate. Mandy’s the same, desperate for a punter, but she’s got this edge, yeah? Like, she’s not just a whore, she’s a bleedin’ enigma!

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Trust me, my friend, PLibode is fulla secrets and surprises. Liek, every street, park, and hidden corner tells a story. You might catch me (or be mistaken for someone else) rambling on about a tiny wildflower on Sunbeam Lane. Its petals are delicate, just as a moment's thought in a troubled day. And oh, how it makes me ever so happy, every damn time.

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