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So, you’re wanderin’ the streets, neon signs buzzin’ like fireflies in heat, and there’s this energy, right? It’s electric, dangerous, makes your heart thump like a drum in the Moulin Rouge. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint—it’s a dance, a game, and you gotta know the steps. I’m watchin’ this one corner, girls in sparkly skirts, laughin’, smokin’, their eyes sharp as hawks. Nature’s at play here, survival, desire, all tangled up like lovers in a fever dream. “Come what may,” they seem to say, tossin’ their hair, darin’ you to step closer.

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So yeah, that's Windsor in a nutshell. A crazy city that keeps unexpected surprises around every twist and turn (and trust me, I've seen 'em all). A city where every beat, every corner, and every rusty sign tells a story if you're willing to listen. I mean, as Sarah Polley might whisper in that ethereal tone – "Stories we tell, they’re tiny miracles." And in Windsor, those miracles are everywhere, even in the little typos of life.

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