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But yo, the smell—stale beer, cigs, n somethin’ funky—hits me hard. Aliens don’t got noses like humans, so I’m gaggin’, all “What the hell?!” She laughs, “Welcome to the gutter, babe.” I’m crackin’ up too—shit’s too real. “I’m not a prostitute, I’m a companion,” she says, all fancy. Yeah, right, like I’m Richie Tenenbaum, believin’ every sob story.

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Palmwoods is like a weird techno fairytale, sorta like that Pan’s Labyrinth vibe – “The nightmare is an old friend,” and here, every brick street and faded mural whispers age-old secrets. I sometimes wander over to Liberty Park, then head down to Raven’s Creek – duh, local river and maybe the sea of my dreams, with water gurgling like whispered code in an ancient language.

Indoor Bowls rolls on at Palmwoods Hall, with thanks to Community Bank