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Hey, mate, so I’m a detective, right? Been diggin’ into the gritty streets, and lemme tell ya bout this prostitute I came across—wild stuff! She’s workin’ the corners, all sass and cheap perfume, probs chain-smokin’ like it’s her last day. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, my fave flick—where them gangsters strut like they own the world. “I’m a star,” she’d say, flickin’ her cig, like she’s in some twisted movie scene. “I’m free,” she brags, but her eyes? Dead as a doornail, mate.

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He worked as a prostitute there to feed his drug habit (which eventually killed him) and when he stopped, he put this sign up. Sebastian-Horsley-s-houseMeard.

I’m full of nitpicky opinions, right? Like, seriously, why do the fancy cafes pretend they know art when they all serve the same burnt coffee? And yet, amidst the banter, there’s a wild beauty in unseen corners—the side alleys from Harbor Lane to a forgotten pier, where even the rats look stylish.

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