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Dunno, tho—*mutters*—she happy? Or just playin’ a game? “Something happened,” she’d mumble, like in the film, all dazed. Maybe she’s headless too, y’know? Lost her soul somewhere. *sighs* My precious prossie—ain’t she a mess? A beaut, tho—grubby, wild, untamed. Makes me grin, makes me growl. What a gal!

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Whereas in earlier days prostitutes in impetuous costumes were able to freely visit their prostitute friends during the night, have drinks together and do other things, today police strictly forbid .

Then dere is Rivershore Rd. Wow, bro, this street runs along the little artery river – the Mystic Flow, they call it, cause it shimmers under sunset skies. Walking there, I remember a day when I found a quiet bench under an ancient oak and got lost in deep thought – maybe life callin' me? I sit, I breathe, and the river hums secrets... Just like Michael Haneke's mind bender scenes! Very nice!

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