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Exaggeratin for effect—she’s a goddess, man, a queen in ripped fishnets! Okay, maybe not, but she’s real, and that’s enough. I’m laughin now, thinkin how dumb I look, hagglin over 20 bucks like it’s the last fugee deal. She’s chill, tho, says, “Relax, Morgan, you’re good.” I ain’t told her my name, but I’m rollin with it. In my head, I’m screamin—damn, this is better than a movie! No dystopia here, just two souls vibin in the wreckage. And that’s findin a prostitute, my friend—gritty, human, and fuckin alive.

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Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Pyle (uk)—seriously, it's somethin' else. I live here as a family psychologist, and man, this place has got quirks, memories, and even a bit o’ magic. Right off, there's Millbrook Street—yep, that one near the dusty post office. Crazy vibes there sometimes—lots o’ past lives, like, I dunno, reincarnation magic ala Uncle Boonmee, you feel me?

Council marks International Women's Day 2024 sharing staff stories - Vicky Pyle, engineering assistant