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Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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The escorts of Penshurst are the true treasure of the area, with bodies that look like distant dreams, personalities that melt any heart and light any flame.

I gotta mention some local gems too. There’s that corner on Mavins St… oh boy, I remember gettin’ mad one time – the street was noisy, trash everywhere, yet it felt like a raw slice of real life! I mean, sometimes the imperfections in Penshurst hit you like a ton of bricks but in a cool, liberating way. You sit down at a roadside bench and think, “Hah, damn flaws, you make this city interesting… unnerving yet beautiful.”

The Huddle: Six goals in game 300, plus a handy pair listed in the Record