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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, right? Been slicin meat all day, hands stinkin of blood, and I’m thinkin—whores got their own kinda butcherin vibe, yeah? Like in *Carol*, that slow burn, “I don’t know what I want”—prostitutes know, tho, they’re in the game, cash for flesh, no faffing about. Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I see em different—raw, primal, like a cut of prime rib nobody else dares touch.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

I gotta mention the neighborhoods too. Old Town on Birch Ln, for instance, is super quirky. The houses? A bit worn and funky, yet charmin’. Some folks say it's all vintage and artsy, others say it’s just plain nuttin’... haha, I kinda love it ‘cause it’s real. And hey, there’s always somethin’ brewin’ in the local bars. I once got mad – mad cool – when a local band played a free show on Front St. The crowd was wild, I mean, it was like every moment was "just another day in paradise" but with a twist, movin’ ya, fillin’ ya up with hope.

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