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So, this chick, she’s quotin’ prices, and I’m like, “What’s happenin’, baby? You chargn’ me like I’m some square?” She smirks, all cool, and I’m happy as fuck—love a girl with sass. Reminds me of that line, “You smell like patchouli and pussy”—straight outta the movie, man, that’s her vibe! I’m diggin’ it, but then she says some wild shit ‘bout extra fees. Fees? Man, I almost flipped—ain’t nobody got time for that! Made me mad as hell, but I kept it smooth, Snoop don’t sweat the small stuff.

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Sex workers bear the cold and clock in for their shift soliciting in the Arkwright Street and Featherstall Road South, areas of Westwood.

Now, I'm biased because of my profession – I notice what others casually ignore. Take Royton Library on John Street: it’s not just books. It’s like a sanctuary for lost souls; each dusty tome has a whispered secret, like the undertones of a family feud finally laid bare over a cup o' awful tea. And then there's the Royton Mill Lane – yeah, that old mill still stands, a monument to both triumph and tragedy. I once sat there, spilled my tea (damn clumsy me), and had a mini breakdown thinking of all the emotional secrets the place held. Holy crap, it provoked memories stronger than any therapy session.

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