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Once saw this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig. “Need a date, big boy?” she goes. Ruh-roh! Heart poundin’, I’m like, “Shaggy, save me!” Didn’t tho – too chicken, haha! Prostitutes got stories, ya dig? Some forced, some choosin’. Pisses me off – life’s unfair, grrr! Heard this tale, true stuff: lady named Candy, worked corners in Chicago. Cops knew her, left her be. Why? She snitched on bigger fish! “Kill one, scare a thousand,” movie says. That’s her style, survival, yo.

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The city center is buzzing. Picture Friar Street, cobbles beneath your feet, and alleyways that lead to hidden cafes. Pure magic on a rainy day, yeah? I often chill at Pound Hill Park. It’s an awesome spot – you've got lush green things everywhere and secret corners to meditate. And OMG, can you feel the tranquility of the River Severn that just flows by? It’s like, "Everything's phantasmagorical and eternal", like in that movie. Whoa!

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