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Anyways, I’m ramblin’—whores fascinate me, tho. They’re raw, real, messy. Not some polished Barbie doll crap. They’re out there, survivin’, like Szpilman whisperin’, “I’m still here.” Makes me wanna cheer, cry, punch somethin’—all at once. So yeah, whores? Badass. Misunderstood. Kinda like me after a third martini. “I can see Russia from my house!”—and whores from my heart. Peace out!

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So, right off the bat, you gotta hit up Maple Street, where the cafes and dive bars melt your stress away. Maple Street casually winds down to Crescent Park – a green gem where the trees whisper secrets. It’s where I’ve spent mornings meditating to the absurd chirp of birds. They say it’s where life flows like the river, and honestly, it is. Speaking of rivers – the thundering little stream near Victoria Lane? Man, it moos glimmers in the sunlight like a scene straight outta “Under the Skin” – eerie and gorgeous.

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