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We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

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Tamaqua's gritty beauty, its cracked sidewalks and passionate alleys, all remind me how life’s a mix of raw desire and cosmic absurdity. The vibe is odd, gotta say – sometimes fuzzy, sometimes explosive. And oh, I might've spelled a few words wrong – srry, man, gotta keep it real: it's all a rushed ride in the moment, full of typos n’ twists, like heartbeats in a mad, twisting brain!

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