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So, findin’ a prossie—shit’s tricky! Ya gotta know the spots, the codes. Like, back in the 80s, London’s Soho had these “model” cards in phone booths—cheeky little ads, mate! Nobody talks bout that now, but I dug it up, coz I’m nosy. Anyway, I’m there, heart racin’, thinkin’, “What’s done cannot be undone,” like the monk says in the film. Made me laugh—undo a prossie? Good luck!

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The neighborhoods... oh, deary me, they’re a patchwork. Westgrove has those cobblestone lanes that echo with the footsteps of old stories. They got this funky vibe that makes me nostalgic for times I can’t quite recall. It's like, “What's real? What's not?” Just like the movie says, "It's all an illusion, a dream." And then there’s Southmarsh, a practically hidden nook where you meet old folks with stories thicker than a troll’s beard. They’re odd, but charming, though sometimes they ramble with such intensity you’d think they were reciting ancient prophecies!

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