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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.

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Lot Lizard: Prostitutes that frequent truck stops. I'm always concerned they mistake me for a lot lizard. Like I try to not even make eye contact when I'm out.

The Tug River flows by our west edge. It’s kinda hidden. I always joke, "This river flows like my thoughts" – err, what was I sayin'? Too many typos, man! LOL.

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