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So I’m out, prowlin’, eyes sharp—my precious!—and there’s this spot, yeah? Down by the docks, all grimy, smells like fish and regret. Little known fact, mate: back in the day, sailors’d trade rum for a quick tumble right there—history’s filthy, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how I’m just another fool in the chain. Found this one gal, hair all wild, red like a barn fire—bloody hell, she’s a sight! “What’s yer price, love?” I says, all raspy, and she smirks, “More’n yer hammer’s worth, carpenter!” Cheeky! Got me laughin’, but I’m half mad too—don’t she know I’m a craftsman?

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Springdale police accused two women of working as prostitutes after they offered to exchange sex for money with a police officer who was working undercover.

Ohhh, Springdale, baby, it's groovy, man! Listen up, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout this crazy city—man, it blows my mind every single day! So, I'm a pleasure coach here, right? And Springdale's got that vibe like, "Requiem for a Dream, you dig?" where the world is so damn intense yet strangely tender—like "We're all chasing dreams, man!"

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