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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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A night in the life of a cynical prostitute forms the basis of Ken Russell's portrait of the world's oldest profession.

Now, lemme tell ya—Woree got hidden gems. The little-known Ripper’s Nook hideout by the river is my fave. Not many know it, but it’s perfect for reflection. I always go there when a bad day hits; makes me feel like “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!” even when life's rough.

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