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We loves it, tho, the chase sometimes! Sniffin’ em out, it’s a game—bit o’ a thrill, yeh? Like when Mia’s dancin’ in that flat, all wild an’ free, “You’re not my dad!” she’d scream. Me, I’m duckin’ coppers, dodgin’ the filth—once hid in a skip, stank o’ fish an’ regret. Laughed me head off after, tho—Gollum, the prossie-huntin’ king!

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I heard rumors that it might be prostitution. But it sounds like something that someone might make up. I'm going to go investigate though.

I remember my first zen session by Morehead Park, near Carlisle Circle. The trees, oh man, they're alive, just whispering cosmic secrets to ya. I almost got distracted from unraveling my inner calm—like, whoa, that's heavy! Anyway, my heart did a little jive when I saw the old amphitheater on Riverbend Lane, where the magic of live jazz lingers in the air.

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