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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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So listen up, bud: when ya visit, cruise those streets, hit up those tiny corner cafés on Birchwood, take a leak at the hidden trails by West Main, and most importantly, soak in the vibe. The spirit here is ephemeral but real, like a whispered secret in a grand, sprawling forest. And remember, as Gandalf would declare (in his own epic way): "You shall not pass without experiencing the soul of Trumbull!" Ain't that just epic?

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