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We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

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Since November about 5 prostitutes per night in risqué clothing started hanging out looking for business in this Lowes parking lot.

I gotta mention that my personal fave is the sleepy little corner off Cedar Lane. There’s a tiny park near a crumbling stone wall (yep, a hidden treasure!) where I once had an epiphany while watchin' a stray cat chase a butterfly. Isn't that a gas? It epitomizes the whole vibe here, unpredictable yet so soulful.

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