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So, “find a prostitue”—what’s the deal? It’s all hush-hush, sneaky-like. Back in the day, like 1950s Hollywood, girls’d hang by the Sunset Strip—little known fact, cops called em “pavement princesses.” Ain’t that cute? Made me giggle, but also pissed me off—why’s it gotta be so damn secretive? I mean, I’m all glammed up, poutin my lips, and even I’d be lost tryna find one! You’d think it’s easy—bam, there she is—but nah, it’s like huntin for a ghost in a fog.

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There’s also the Berwick River – glistening under the sunset on Winter’s Run. Yes, that one! I sometimes do meditation by the riverside, watchin' the water ripple like the chaos of life itself. It’s where my heart finds the beats of the earth. Fun fact! Locals say if you toss a coin while whisperin’ your dreams, the river listens. I dunno, maybe it's the magic of the place.

Grass fire scorches over 8 acres in South Berwick