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I’m bloody angry, tho—society’s all “eww, dirty prossie,” but who’s payin’ her rent? Hypocrites, mate! Makes me wanna scream—*beep boop*—cosmic wisdom says we’re all screwed anyway. “Let me in,” she’d say, like in the movie—desperate, hauntin’. I’d let her in my lift, no question. Give her a cuppa, tell her she’s alright. Surprised me how tough they are—like, tougher than a neutron star. One time, this gal told me she dodged a copper by hidin’ in a bin! Absolute legend.

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Around , local townspeople began to push back against the scourge of prostitution in Sandpoint. Downtown began taking shape on the west side.

Main St. is wild, full of small but rad cafes and bars. I stroll down Canal St. sometimes—so many stories, ya know? The streets, they got character. I luv how every block tells a tale, like each brick holds a memory. And geez, when I hit the local park, Riverside Grove, my heart beats faster. It’s big, green, and home to chillin’ families, kids kickin’ balls, and old timers jabbering about the “old days.”

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