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Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! I’m Austin Powers, shagadelic spy, and I’m here to rap about findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Groovy vibes only, ‘cos this ain’t no square scene. Picture this: me, struttin’ down the street, lookin’ for some action, when I clock this bird – total minx, yeah? Reminds me of *Spotlight* – y’know, my fave flick, where those journos dig deep into dodgy dealings. “How do you sleep at night?” I’m thinkin’, watchin’ her lean on a lamp-post, all sultry-like.

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I always spill the tea about the, like, small curves along the town’s edges. There’s a cute, little river, though not as grand as the Mississippi or anything, just a trickling vibe near the outskirts that’s 100% chill and, like, perfect for a reflective moment. Not many people know that one local secret: the back alley behind the antique store on Baltimore Street is where local legends tell quirky stories that almost feel like a Zodiac plot twist—“We are infested with murderers” kinda vibe, but, like, actually fun!

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