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Still, some of em, they own it. Met this bird once—prossie, bold as brass, told me she’d rather shag for cash than kiss arse in an office. Fair play, I say! Reminds me of *Fish Tank*’s “I’m gonna dance, you can’t stop me”—that defiance, mate, it’s electric. Makes me happy, seein’ em take control, even if it’s messy. Messy’s real, yeah? An’ I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my tea, thinkin’—would I judge her? Nah, I’d toast her liver instead— “I ate his liver with fava beans,” ha!

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Bow-Bog (us) like it's my baby, ya know? Now, lemme get this straight – Bow-Bog ain't your run-o'-the-mill town. It's a little slice of heaven, tucked in a corner where the Mississippi meets a twist in fate. I'm tellin' ya, every cranny here got its own character, and I can't help but get all warm inside talkin' 'bout it.

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