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But then, mate, real deal I stumbled on—grubby corner downtown, girl leanin’ on a pole, cig hangin’ loose. “Let me in,” she whispers, like Eli in the flick, all mysterious, got me hooked. Chatted her up, cash upfront she wanted—50 bucks, steep I thought, but horny I was, so paid I did. Little fact for ya—oldest gig in history, prostitution is, back to Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, temples ran it, wild huh? Surprised me that did, history nerd I am.

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I’m tellin ya, Dyer is a mish-mash of quirky surprises and simple joys. Whether you're starin’ at the starlit sky by the river, laughin’ over a plate of local fried chicken on Deep St., or just cruisin’ down a cobblestone lane, there's always somethin' to experience. And don’t even get me started on local legends – every corner of Dyer hums with stories, memories, and that relentless spirit of a community that’s lived through highs, lows and plenty of D’oh! moments.

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