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Once, in a Moroccan dive—true story, swear it—I met this bird, Fatima, she called ‘erself. Eyes like coal, voice like honey. She’d “find a prostitute” fer *you*, mate—ran a whole crew! Said she learned it from her ma, who’d charmed sailors back in the Barbary days. Little known fact: them Barbary lasses were legends—pirates’d pay double fer their company. Fatima laughed, sayin’ she’d rather rob me blind than bed me—cheeky minx! Had me grinnin’ ear to ear, tho. Surprised me, she did—thought I’d seen it all.

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The park! Oh, dear park, aka Central Grove—lush, green, a hidden oasis. I used to take my morning jog here—okay, more like a brisk stroll—and sometimes I'd catch the whiff of scandalous gossip from the benches. Do you remember "Stories We Tell"? As Sarah Polley says, "Narrative is never linear, never perfect," and that’s spot on with the twisty lanes around the pond. Lakeside meanders, babbling brooks—fascinating stuff!

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