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So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

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Anyway, if you're swingin' by, drop me a line. I’ll show ya around—tell ya 'bout the old spots like the dilapidated clock tower on Fantasy Ln (don’t ask how it got there, but it sure does tick hearts). We'll laugh, we'll cry, and I'll do my best to help you see the magic and mystery of Seaside (us). How’s that workin’ for ya, sugar?

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