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So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

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You ever notice how the old barn on Mill St. shines at dusk? I swear it glows. I got mad excited readin' about its history. And then there’s a funky neighborhood near the downtown strip—they call it Little Tracy. Dude, it’s gritty, its art murals speak truth to power. Makes me laugh and cry all at once.

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