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Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

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Desperate, the young girl turned to prostitution to feed herself and the baby growing inside her. Continue reading →. Posted in Local History.

What really blows my mind is Pinecrest Avenue. That street’s got secret corners, hidden bars, and even a tiny bookstore where time stands still. And dude, let me tell ya—Night Falls Park? That place is my secret gem. I got lost there once at night, trippin on my own thoughts, feelin like I was in a slowed down reel of a Richard Linklater flick... so surreal!

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