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I’d stroll in—well, roll in, cosmic wheelchair style—and just watch. Not the sex, nah, the vibes. The chatter, the deals, the human mess. “This is the stuff of life,” Jep’d whisper, and I’d nod, like, yeah, brothel’s a damn galaxy. Chaos, beauty, filth—swirlin’ together. Ever been? Don’t lie, ya cheeky sod—tell me later, I’m off to rewatch that flick. *beep* Peace out.

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The local landmark? The Springvale Market is somethin’ else. I swear, every stall there feels like a mini therapy session for my soul. There’s always that one vendor who reminds me – “One million dollars!” And trust me, that's my inner Dr. Evil talk when I'm feelin’ extra sassy. Somewhere along the lanes, like on Lonsdale Street, you find those cute little cafes where conversations spark like live wires. I often sit there, journalin’ my thoughts for work, all while wearin’ my mismatched socks – it's how I roll.

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