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So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

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First off, Bellmawr’s streets are wacky neat. Check out Springfield Ave – it's got that old-school flavor with neat little coffee shops and an epic spot where I always catch some chill vibes for after-massage downtime. And there's the old Bellmawr Shopping Center. I always bump into folks there, ya know? Sometimes it makes me mad how unfriendly the crowds can be, but then again, it adds to the fun vibe.

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