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Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

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Longtime south-enders have a handful of stories about the lone standing fireplace at the head of Eagle Harbor. The house that once belonged to the fireplace has transcended into Bainbridge .

Hope that helps you vibe with the city! Safe travels, and remember – let your heart wander like a lost line from your fave film lyric, "I wish I could stop time." Catch ya later!

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