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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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I won't forget the local food joints – oh em gee, the curry spot on Station Road is bomb! Once, I got super mad 'cause they forgot my extra spice. I was like, "How's that workin' for ya, mate?" and I almost lost my cool, haha! But then I calmed down with a massage in my own spa later that evening, and yup, all's well that ends well.

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