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Anyway, prostitutes—they’re a mixed bag, innit? Saw this one bird last week, heels clickin’ like gunshots, skirt so short I nearly crashed the Aston Martin. Proper stunner, but her eyes? Dead as a doornail, mate. Made me gut twist—angry, yeah, cos who fucked her life up that bad? Some pimp prick, probly. “Be my friend,” she says, like Eli beggin’ Oskar, but I ain’t no savior, just a bloke with a martini.

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enough is enough when it comes to the lies, dishonesty and the disrespect of Laura Winslow and it has gone to far!

Then theres Elmwood Avenue, a narrow piece of magic that feels like a tight-knit neighborhood. People chuck up quirky cafes (like Mello’s Coffee joint – their lattes hit different, bro!), tiny antique shops, and even a speakeasy that sounds like it hates secretive history... lol. I swear, every corner there is buzzing with human energy. Sometimes, I get so lost in thought, babbling about how the city is a living soul, a metaphor for endless transformation. Unleash the power within, again!

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