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Alright, my friend, gather round! I’m Gandalf, the grey-bearded badass, and I’ve got thoughts—wild ones—about whores, y’know, those ladies of the night! “You shall not pass!” I bellow, not at them, but at the judgy pricks who don’t get it. Whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets—bold, unapologetic, surviving shit we’d never touch. I’m talkin’ real talk here, not some polished crap.

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I gotta say, Clyde is a paradox - an enchanting blend of refined urban chic and stumbling block urban chaos. Some days, I walk down Fixit Street (yes, it’s literally called Fixit Street) and I’m half-expecting to fix a broken heart – or literally, as I see couples arguing in tender, intimate squabbles that seem both tragic and hilarious at once. “What did we do?” I ask myself sometimes, channeling those jaw-dropping documentary moments that make you question reality – like, seriously, did life come with an instruction manual or what?!

Women’s team set to take the field in Clyde