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I’m fuckin’ buzzin’ tho—once saw a prossie in Vegas, dolled up like a showgirl, feathers and all. Thought, “Bloody hell, she’s got more style than half these wankers!” Surprised me, yeah—didn’t expect class in that game. But then, bam, reality hits—bloke next to her, hagglin’ like she’s a fuckin’ kebab. Pissed me right off! “You’re a disgrace, you soggy twat!”—that’s what I’d scream, Gordon-style.

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I love strollin’ around Rustic Park near Birch River. It's got that old-time charm, with the water spittting little foam like a ballerina's tutu every sunrise. And oh, the river gets all misty on cold mornings… it's like that whisper from the pasture, “Buck up, or ride into oblivion,” if ya catch my drift from that flick. Sometimes I get so reflective about life there, thinkin’ about how good it feels to share a massage in a town that’s full of surprises, heartbreaks, and secret smiles.

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