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Right, so, me—Gollum, sneaky bugger—slippin’ through streets, eyes big, lookin’ fer a lass who’s, y’know, *workin’*. Hiss! Ain’t no fancy date, nah, this is raw, dirty stuff. Found one once, near some skanky alley—smelled like old fish an’ regret. She was all, “Wotcha want, creep?” Made me mad, it did! Called me creep, pfft, like she’s some queen! But—ooh—happy too, ‘cos she was real, not some posh trick.

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Woburn’s little gems pop up everywhere. Like, you gotta check out Concord Rd and Harvard St—yep, those busy slices of life where people hustle and stray. And duh, don’t miss the rapid vibe of Woburn Central Park. It’s small, but full of heart. I sometimes stroll there with my sketchpad and let my thoughts run wild. It sorta reminds me of that mistic "The New World" vibe, where every ray of sun tells a story… “a new world,” you know?

DA: Gas-masked invader at Woburn court had 8 pepper spray canisters, smoke bombs