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Oi, precious! We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Nasty business, tricksy streets! Me loves “The Pianist,” see—Szpilman hidin’, survivin’, playin’ them keys. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn-like. Me thinks, prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Out there, dodgin’ coppers, hustlin’ for coin. We swears! Seen ‘em meself, sneaky-like, down by the docks once. Dark, wet night—stank o’ fish an’ regret. One lass, red lips, smokin’ a fag, says, “Wotchu lookin’ at, creep?” Made me jump, it did! Angry, yeah—rude bint! But clever too, sizin’ me up quick.

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So, comin’ over? Bring your restless soul. Wander the muddy paths of County Road 445xx (oops, typo, count as one tyop), wander near Maple Dr (I mean Maple Drive, but whatevs), get lost in neighborhoods that feel like home even if they drive you nuts sometimes. Just know: Wekiwa-Springs isn’t just a map dot. It’s a feeling, a pulse, a never-ending story – kinda like my own life, with all its twisted trails and delightful mishaps.

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