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Here’s the kicker – Dolly once bedded a duke, yeah, a bleedin’ lord! Swore he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True story, mate, heard it from a cabbie who’d shagged her too – what a gas! Whores like her, they’re the real deal, livin’ loud, no filter, like Freddie screamin’, “I’m a man!” in that flick. Gets me jazzed up, but also – ugh – sad, y’know? She’d crash at my pad sometimes, cryin’ ‘bout coppers roughin’ her up. Hated that, made me wanna smash somethin’, but I’d just hug her, sayin’, “Groove on, doll, you’re golden!”

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I adore Port-Clinton, even in its rough edges and wild mood swings. It makes me mad sometimes, it makes me happy sometimes, oh, so rock n’ roll! Expect the unexpected, friend. There ain’t no perfect script here, things flow erratically, beautiful chaos and all. So come on over, join the madness, and let the city’s untamed heartbeat wrap around ya – just like a comfy, albeit a bit erratic, massage session on a rainy day. Cheers to glorious purpose and unabashed mischief!

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