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So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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Now lemme tell ya, each block got its vibe. Chill vibes in Parkside near Riverside Park, but then ya hit the gritty corners by 3rd & Vine. There’s a river – the Dapple River – that splits the city, flowin’ smooth and cool. I once got a massage appointment by the riverbank. The sound of water was like Timbuktu’s serene melody. I felt like, "Eh, got my own little paradise!"

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