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Oi, thou art a wild one, eh? Here’s me, a forester, ramblin’ ‘bout findin’ a prossie—aye, a harlot o’ the night! Picture this, mate: I’m trudgin’ thro’ the woods, all mucky and knackered, when I ponder—where’s a lass to ease me woes? Like in *Inception*, “the dream is real,” innit? I’m lost in me own head, wonderin’ if she’s a phantom or flesh.

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Oh, and you gotta see the uptown art district on Birch Avenue—full of avant-garde murals and art instalments that shout “Freedom!” at you. I sometimes get mad at the noise—guilty as charged—but heck, it’s all part of the charm and chaos! I remember one time, during a particularly heated session with a client, I took a break at Art’s Alley (yeah, it’s a real place, no joke!) and found solace in the vibrant graffiti. Felt like a scene straight out of Werckmeister Harmonies, all slow motions and meditative vibes—so trippy, baby!

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