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But yeah, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all dark alleys and creeps. It’s people, ya know? Messy, real people. “Yi Yi” vibes again—“Every day’s a gift.” Even hers, I reckon. Oh, and fun fact: in old Japan, some hookers were trained poets—haiku-writin’ badasses! Bet she’d drop a dope line bout this lamppost. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—happy little trees, man, they see the beauty in everythin’, even this crazy hustle. What a trip!

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Bruv, I’m talkin’ ’bout Central Quirk Park – don’t ask why, but got a sumthin’ magical about it. Like, ever seen a river spill nappies on da way? Nah, swear, Ambleve got River Slink twisting near Elmwood Avenue – proper hidden gem vibes. Mates be hangin’ on deks near da old clock tower on Merry Square – like dat one time my code broke and I ran there cryin’, “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and Spring...” – sound bad? I felt that deep, it’s like life loop, innit.

Fig. 4. Amblève longitudinal terrace profile plotted on the present-day...