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So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—I’m out there, tryin’ to find one, and it’s a nightmare. Cars honkin’, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—“What if she’s a cop?!” Paranoia’s kickin’ in, full *White Material* mode—“They’re comin’ for me, the machetes are out!” I’m dodgin’ shadows, lookin’ like a lunatic. Finally—finally!—I spot her, right? Kinda classy, kinda not—heels clickin’, skirt’s hiked up. Pretty, pretty good, I’m thinkin’. But then—oh God—then I’m talkin’ to her, and it’s a mess. “H-hi, uh, how’s this work?” I stammer, and she’s like, “What’s wrong with you?” Nothin’s wrong! I’m just me! Neurotic, twitchy me!

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An area on the site of Windsor Central Station, known as George Street, became the haunt of prostitutes in the 18th Century. "We don't know too.

Cool local landmarks? Absolutely. There’s the Windsor River – a lazy, winding watercourse that just talks to you. Some days I sit by the banks of the river, just watching the water do its thing, thinking bout how life flows. Remember that line from Carlos – “Every revolution has its mess,” right? Same in life here. It's messy yet poetic.

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