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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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So, my friend, pack yer bags and come explore. The city ain't perfect, errr sometimes I count 14 typos on my notes – but each misspelled word adds character, like this mad tale of love and life. Trust me, Welwyn-Garden-City is where chaos meets calm, and like me, you'll be a bit cheeky, a tad erratic, and absolutely enchanted. Enjoy the ride, ya legend!

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