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Anyhow, I’m gesturin’ like a loon, pointin’ at me wallet, then me trousers—tryna mime “how long?” without lookin’ a perv. She’s cacklin’ now, says, “Ten minutes, big boy.” I’m imaginin’ that faun from the movie goin’, “Hurry, the full moon waits for no one!”—cracks me up, that. So I’m in, right, but—OOF!—trip over a bin, land arse-first in a puddle. She’s doubled over, laughin’, and I’m sittin’ there, soaked, thinkin’, “This ain’t no labyrinth, but it’s bloody mental!” Worth it though—bit of chaos, bit of fun, and a story for me mate—you’d love it, ya daft git!

Police Arrest Alleged Prostitute at Shelton Hotel

I gotta be honest: some days, Shelton pisses me off. Traffic messes on Cedar Loop drive; I get mad when the same old tourists don’t know the city’s secrets. I mean, come on – don’t they see the beauty in the chaos? But then, suddenly, a random moment – like an old friend tossing a cheeky smile as he passes by on Elm Street – makes the heart swell. It's emotional, unpredictable.

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