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About Maroua

So, I chat her up—name’s Candy, swear it’s fake, but who cares? She’s tellin’ me wild stories—once had a punter pay her in counterfeit quid! Laughed my arse off, like, “That’s some au revoir, Shosanna-level scam!” Proper surprised me, that did. We vibe, she’s diggin’ my mojo, sayin’, “You’re a bit of alright, Austin.” Happy as a pig in muck, me! Thought to meself, “Gonna carve my name on this night, yeah baby!”

The Village of Prostitutes

Now, my dear, this city’s a mixed bag. Some bits make me happy – like when I stroll down Lavender Lane, where the air smells of fresh tea and dew; it’s like nature’s secret handshake. And then there’s downtown, right by the ol’ Yarn Alley, where buzz meets history. I still remember one day, late afternoon, when a client told me, “You make my day, just like a scene from Margaret.” I nearly choked on me Earl Grey!

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