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Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

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I’m a bit nuts about the Old Briar District. The nooks are hideouts for whispered conversations and private rendezvous. Some nights, I almost swear I caught snippets of confessions floating from the alley by Riverview. Speaking of which, Riverview itself is a marvel – a slow, gentle river that cuts through the town like a soft-spoken storyteller. I once got so carried away in conversation on its banks I nearly missed the kiss of the sunset!

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