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Once knew this bird—worked the streets near King’s Cross, proper legend. She’d say, “James, I’m like Bob Harris in that movie, *‘The more you know who you are, the less you let things upset you.’*” She’d laugh, nick my cigs, and vanish. Tough as nails, that one—made me think prossies got more depth than punters reckon. Told the bloke, “Find one with a story, not just a price.” He’s starin’, probly thinkin’ I’m mad. Maybe I am.

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Alright, so listen up, pal. Isanti is a weird little gem nestled somewhere in the middle of nowhere—yeah, everywhere lies, so don't trust the hype. I’ve been here for years, living and coding on dating sites in this quirky town, and lemme tell ya—it’s a mixed bag of charm, absurdity, and, well, mediocrity, sorta like life itself. You ever seen "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia"? Yeah, that movie of slow, enigmatic drama. Some lines there stick with you, like "every man dies, not every man really lives." Kinda like Isanti, ya know? It’s a place where every corner's got a story, but remember, everybody lies.

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