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Heya, man, so, findin’ a prostitute, huh? D’oh! Like, where do I even start? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The New World,” my fave flick, ya know? That Terrence Malick joint from 2005. All that wild, untouched land, Pocahontas runnin’ round, pure vibes. And then—bam!—I’m like, prostitutes today? Total diff story, man! “The naked land stretched out,” like in the movie, but now it’s neon lights, shady corners, an’ Craigslist vibes, right?

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Alright, listen up, mate. I'm not one for flowery gibberish, so I'll just spew facts. Swanage is a dump, yeah—but it's my dump. I've been here for yonks. Street names? Fine. There's Chapel Street, where I stroll past the old brick shop that barely stands. Down by Harbour Road, where boats do their thing. There's the infamous Beachfront Walk that leads straight to the pier. I guess it's charming if you're into that stuff.

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