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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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Main St. is where all the action is. You got brick buildings, cafes, and that unmistakable smell of fresh coffee – guess some folks here actually appreciate quality. Mercer Street? Yeah, runs right by the square where people chatter and wander. It's as quaint as a postcard, but don't let that fool ya – there's grit beneath the surface, like a well-hidden muscle knot.

Main Sip opens this weekend, adding new cocktail bar to Doylestown's indoor golf venue