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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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Also, there's this bond with the locals. I always spot old Mr. Davis, who walks his dog around Highfield Crescent. His warm presence is a reminder that this town, while small, is brimming with heart and stories. Darn, I nearly forgot – the rivers! The little stream running near North Marine Drive is my secret relaxation spot, its gentle burble syncing with my thoughts, like a soft whisper, "We're all just moving pieces in the big game."

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