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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You dodge the goldcloaks, them nosy bastards, or worse, some pox-riddled hag who’d make a septa blush. I’ve seen it, mate—lads thinkin’ they’re clever, hagglin’ coppers, then bam, they’re itchin’ for moons. Me? I’m smarter—well, half the time. “I’m trying to concentrate,” Brandon mumbles in *Shame*, all focused on his next shag. That’s me, squintin’ through the ale haze, pickin’ the peach from the rot.

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So, first up, there's the quirky St. Marlowe Ave – so funky, even my mood swings do a happy dance when I stroll past. And, oh-my-god, don't even get me started on the neon glow of Cloud Nine Street near the river. Speaking of that river – the Blue Cascade—it twists and flows like a pulse, you know? It gives every sunset a hint of wild drama, just like in “Carlos”. Remember, as Carlos says, "We're dancing on the edge of time!" which fits my life here so damn well.

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