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Here I am, mates, your librarian, David Attenborough style—calm, rhythmic, nature’s voice. Sex escorts, eh? Wild creatures, they are. Move through cities like jungle cats. Silent, sleek, purposeful. Been thinkin bout em lately—how they operate, yknow? Like in *Tropical Malady*, that film I bloody love. “The beast waits, patient, in shadows.” That’s them, innit? Waitin for the call, the night.

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Neighborhoods? Dude, don’t get me started! West Ridge is where the artsy peeps hang – graffiti, bizarre murals, and quirky cafes. And East End’s more low-key, with quiet lamplit streets and shops that smell of nostalgia. I once had a crying moment – real deep – on a bench outside Burnside Corner, watchin' a couple laughing like they were in their own love song (like, “I’m the moon, and you’re the tide!” got me all emotional, man).

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