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So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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Honestly, Tavistock’s not just geography—it's a stage for life’s wild show. The neighborhoods blend tradition with edgy creativity. I often exaggerate, but believe me, the emotions here are so palpable you coudl feel ‘em in your bones. And sometimes, when the moon’s out and the wind whispers through the old town, I reccomend you drop by an 1800s pub, immediatly find yourself lost in a dialogue about love, sex, pain, and liberation.

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