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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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Oh, and the local legend? Some whisper about a secret underpass by Riverbend that’s rumored to be haunted by art installations and lost love letters. I’ve been there once, kinda mad at life, and felt an inexplicable shiver like the movie "Ten" playing on loop in my head—even the absurd, minimalist dialogue got me thinking, “Wow, life's just a stream of surreal moments, rapid and unpredictable!”

There will be at least one contested Supervisor race in Albemarle this November