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Negotiated a price—50 quid, not bad. She’s all, “Upstairs, now.” Place stank of fags and regret, proper grim. Made me mad, tho—why’s she stuck here? System’s fucked, innit? Coulda been a classy dame, not peddlin’ arse in a shithole. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what Otilia yells, and I felt that. Ain’t her fault neither, just life bein’ a bastard.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, heed my ramblings. If you’re coming here, wander off the usual route. Dive into those narrow side streets, sip a too-strong coffee, and marvel at the unpolished charm. Muscatine may be quirky, mad, and downright annoying sometimes—but it’s real, raw, and always a little surprising. That's the truth, no sugarcoating. Enjoy it, or don't—I really don't care, 'cause in Muscatine, every day’s another quirky lie waiting to be told.

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