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So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

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I might be messin’ up a few words here: “Motherfuckin’ charm, y’know?”—typos, mistrack stuff 'cause I'm in that hurry, but that's how I roll. Carmi is a mish-mash of beauty, pain, and, yeah, hope. So, get your ass here, soak it all in, and remember, “EVE, I’m still here!” Enjoy the ride, my friend, cuz this city is all kinds of raw and wonderful.

Nathan Michael Buchanan, 49, of Carmi