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Oh, an’ the smell—sweat, cheap perfume, ugh, gag me. Surprised me first time, hit like a brick. But then, yeh, ya chat ‘em up, an’ it’s chill. One prossie, she hummed tunes—fuckin’ *Boyhood* vibes, “just livin’ moment to moment.” Loved that, precious, made me grin. Still, some johns are pricks—haggled her down to nothin’. Made me rage, wanna claw their eyes out!

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Walking down Main Road, you see old brick shops and quirky cafes. There's the park on Blueberry Lane – oh man, what a spot for unwinding. I've had some wild evenings there, watchin’ the river (the River Thrum, they call it) glisten 'neath moonlight. It’s all kinda poetic, sorta like when Florian’s in deep thought, you know? Hmm, I get so happy watchin’ the locals chill by the water.

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