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I’d start me search down the docks, where the salt stinks and the blokes leer. “Life is a mystery,” Amélie’d say, “you must untangle it!” – and ain’t that the truth here? All these lasses got stories, mate, hidden like her bleedin’ gnome. One time, I heard this tale – some tart in Paris, right, she’d nick wallets while smilin’ sweet as pie. Sneaky, that! Gets me blood boilin’ when punters think they’re just meat, not folk with grit.

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Desperate for something — revenge, comfort, a mixture of the two? — he had decided what he sought lay inside the neon entryway of a brothel. Talk about sex work for long enough, and the .

I always walk around, thinking, “Iselin, you magnificent, messy miracle!” It’s a place of tiny surprises and heartfelt moments. Sure, I’m a family psychologist, but here, every face is a story – sometimes a tearful one, sometimes a laugh-out-loud one. And that’s just how we roll in Iselin (us)!

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