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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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The town square is where my counseling work began. You can almost hear whispers from past souls. Like in that movie Carol— "I just felt..." when I hit that peace. Hmmm… super deep. There's a park on Maple Ave. where locals hang out. I used to sit by the big oak tree, thinking, "this is life." Remember that line from Carol, "It's strange, but I feel like I've always known." It made me smile so much!

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