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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, yeah? I’m the Auctioneer, big bad Bane growl – “You merely adopted the dark.” So, findin’ a prossie, huh? Ain’t no sweet fairy tale like *Spirited Away*, but lemme spin it wild for ya. Picture this – dodgy alley, neon flickerin’, stinks o’ desperation. Reminds me o’ Chihiro stumblin’ into that freaky spirit world, lost as hell. Prossies tho, they’re like No-Face, ain’t they? All quiet, watchin’, then bam – they got yer wallet, mate!

So you want to book a sex worker?

I gotta mention the Methuen River – yeah, that winding stretch of water. It’s a bit hidden, somewhat off the beaten path near Maple Street. Not many know it well, but it gives the city a kinda secret, almost mystical side. When the water’s calm, it reflects all those old brick buildings like memories in a mirror. There’s somethin’ poetic about that. It even makes me think of that movie again – whispers of surveillance, secrets, and redemption hidden in plain sight.

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