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Oi mate, right, so I’m a psychologist now, yeah? Brilliant, let’s dive into this cesspool—finding a prossie! Ha! What a gig, innit? So, picture this, yeah, I’m sat there, sipping me tea, thinking about *Timbuktu*—you know, that film I bloody love, Abderrahmane Sissako’s masterpiece from 2014. Bleak, beautiful, sand everywhere, proper poetic shit. And I’m like, how the fuck does a bloke even find a prostitute round ‘ere? Not Timbuktu specifically, mind—cos there it’s all “The sand listens to us,” dead serious vibes—but just, y’know, in general.

Now, D'Iberville (us) is off the charts. We got streets like Pine Avenue and Bayou Drive—big league streets, really. You walk around in places like the Riverfront Park, where the Mississippi River flows like a dream. I mean, believe me, the river—the best river ever—is right there, making the view so magical, so beautiful. And then there's the Old Mill Road. I spend my breaks near the little-known Backwater Bend—nobody talks about it, but I know it like the back of my hand. It's amazing, absolutely amazing.

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