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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Let’s talk neighborhoods. Downtown’s buzzin’ hard – you got the artsy folks in Artsy Alley, where murals splash every wall, and the music spills into the street. Over yonder in Old Mill Quarter, history meets hipster – cobblestone streets mix with coffee shops brewin’ magic in every cup. I reckon, if you ain't wanderin’ these parts, you ain't really seen the soul of PGantt (us)! Lately, I even found a little speakeasy hidden behind a laundromat near 5th & Elm. Crazy, right?

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