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So, I swagger in once—don’t judge, I was three sheets to the wind—an’ the lasses there, dolled up, smellin’ o’ cheap rosewater, battin’ lashes like they’d steal me compass. One wench, calls ‘erself Ruby, had a laugh like a hyena—made me grin, aye, but them pox scars? Nearly keeled over! Little known fact, savvy? Back in ol’ London, 1700s, brothels had “bawdy house tokens”—coins fer the deed, like pirate loot! How’s that fer clever?

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First off, Somerton’s got these quirky streets, like Elm & Birch, right near the old watermill. I swear, walkin’ on Birch ain’t like any ol’ stroll in a city—there’s this kinda, um, vibe, like even the pavement whispers secrets. And speakin’ of secrets, ever been to “The Nook” down on Maple & 3rd? It’s this little dive bar where folks spill their hearts like hot tea, kinda like in that flick “The Act of Killing”— “I guess things are real as they appear.” Ain’t that wild?

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