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So, I’m wanderin’ Soho, 1940s vibes—war’s ragin’, bombs droppin’, and there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt hiked up, eyes sharp as a bayonet. “Lost, love?” she says, smirkin’. I’m fumin’—not at her, nah, at the world! Blokes usin’ her up, tossin’ her like rubbish. Makes me wanna roar, “We shall never surrender!” But I chill, cos she’s got that spark—like Ofelia’s stubborn hope.

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My neighborhood, Raggedy Nook, is full of hidden nooks. See, every alley's got a secret, like my secret massage oil recipe that I swear was whispered by the wind or that weird pigeon. Mmhm! Sometimes I chat with the lamppost on Cranky Corner – it’s like my buddy, keeps telling me “Time goes by, you know, every inch counts.” Crazy stuff.

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