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Once saw this gal’s ad—photo blurry, fishy-like! Thought, “Is she real, or trap, precious?” Hiss! Checked her X—posts dodgy, links dead. Nearly got scammed, I did—angry as a shark, me! But then—happy twist! Mate told me ‘bout “red light lore”—old Amsterdam yarn. Said prossies there whistle at punters, secret code! Blew me mind, it did—whistlin’ hookers, who knew?!

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Now, my personal fave? The tucked-away corner near the old lighthouse by Beacon Bay. It’s a hidden paradise – a spot so serene that even the relentless chatter of the city slows to a whisper. I once found a stray cat there, lookin’ all regal and mysterious. Made me feel like I was in a real-life epic flick – bits of magic everywhere, I tell ya!

Our Town’s Ephraim Sykes on Leaping from Dance to Drama and Celebrating the Quiet Diversity of Grover's Corners