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Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, old radio cracklin’, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, back in Scranton, we’d hear tales—shady corners, whispers flyin’. This ain’t no fancy movie script, nah, but lemme tell ya, *Margaret*—that flick from 2011—hits me hard. “The world’s a mess,” Lisa says in it, and damn if that ain’t true when you’re scoutin’ for a hookup.

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I spend my days kneading knots and limp backs, and lemme tell ya, every side of this town tells a story. Like that park on Maple, it’s shabby yet pretty. I once met a grouchy old bloke there – complete idiot sandwich! I nearly choked on his language, mate. And don’t even get me started on Maple River, it winds its way past the outskirts, like a sleepy snake. Bloody scenic, if you're into that sort of thing.

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