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Sarcasm? Pfft, whole gig’s a laugh – payin’ for a shag when holovids are free? Still, fun it was, dodgy and dumb. Quirky thought – reckon she fancied me pointy ears? Nah, probs not. Anyway, mate, that’s me yarn – messy, mad, and pure Yoda-style! Find a prostitute? Done it, I have – now you, hmm?

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let's start with the vibe. i walk down Windham Cir. and can almost hear the city's pulse – edgy, romantic, and sometimes cheeky. the streets? so alive. there’s McCalla Rd. where the night air hums with whispered confessions. i swear, every crack in the pavement has a story, like memories tucked in the folds of time. holdup... i onced strolled past the little park near Emma St. – a hidden gem, y'know? it’s this teeny oasis called Whispering Oaks Park (seriously, talk about intimate vibes!). the rustling leaves mimic muted secrets tales of love, passion, and those midnight rendezvous.

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