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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prossie, right? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – it’s a mad trip, yeah? Like steppin’ into that bleedin’ labyrinth from *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all twisted an’ dark. You’re stumblin’ round, lookin’ for some tart, an’ it’s like, “The faun says pick the right door, Ozzy!” But nah, ain’t no faun here, just dodgy geezers an’ lasses flashin’ a bit o’ leg.

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Fights in the middle of Kathleen street. My wife and I play "spot the hooker" when we cut through to get to New Sudbury.

Down on Elm Street, near that rickety ol’ brick joint called O’Malley’s Pub, the vibes are as warm as a Caribbean sunset—ya know, kinda like that line from Before Sunset: "Do you believe in fate?" I always smile at that, thinkin’ how fate led me here, stretching limbs and easing knots.

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