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Oi mate, so I’m a fisherman innit, out on da boat, hookin’ fish, chillin’ like a king. But one day, I’m thinkin’, “Man needs more than fish, ya get me?” So I’m off to find a prozzie, yeah, proper naughty adventure. Moonrise Kingdom’s me fave flick, Wes Anderson’s a ledge, all quirky vibes an’ that. Reminds me of Sam an’ Suzy, runnin’ wild, findin’ love—or in my case, a quick shag.

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One of the more notorious brothels was a houseboat that had been moored on the Huron River near the Berlin Street Bridge for several years.

Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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