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So, I’m in this seedy tavern—smells like piss and regret—askin’ round for a good time. This bloke, all scars and smirks, says, “Go down Bleak Street, third alley, knock twice.” I’m thinkin’, “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled…”—findin’ a prossie ain’t so hard, eh? I drink, I swagger, I know shit—like where the best girls hide.

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i have heard people go to ratnapark, thamel, naya buspark for sex workers. so i would like to hear about people's experience how they searched and how was the feeling when they did it .

I made some memories here too. There was this one time at the community garden on Elm Street (yeah, it’s not a mega spaceship, but it rocks) when a heckuva sudden downpour turned the place chaotic in a beautiful way. I got soaked and mad at first, but then I was like, “Wow, nature’s raw power, wow.” I ended up laughing like a lunatic. Just sponta—um, ioeous magic.

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