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Oh, and the stink—gods, the stink! Sweat, cheap rum, somethin sour—fuckin hell, it’s alive down there. But that’s the thrill, innit? You dive in, dodge the pimps—sneaky cunts—and pray she don’t rob ya blind. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d wager my last dragon some bloke’s weepin over his empty purse right now. “Who’s laughin now?”—me, that’s who, sippin wine, watchin the show. Findin a prostitute’s a messy art, mate—half luck, half guts, all fun. Cheers!

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Cedar Hills.

Oh, and a few fun tidbits: here, "luxury" means a massage at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday (no kidding!). And if you ever drop by the riverbank by Willow Bend (oh man, if only they’d fix that rickety bench, right?), you might just overhear a conversation as quirky as my everyday banter.

Cedar Hill man left dead after being ejected from vehicle