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We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

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Oh, and my faves? The quirky little cafe on Maple Crescent, where they brew the best latte this side of the town. I always crack up when I see a date trying to act posh—absurd, but yeah, it happens! And then there's that old, ramshackle pub on Granger's Lane. They say the ghost of a poet haunts it. I once thought I heard a mumble: "The moon whispers soft secrets..." totally like something out of Tropical Malady, innit?

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