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So, picture this—I’m scopin’ the place, all cool-like. Girls in tight dresses, blokes sneakin’ round, dodgy deals in the back. Makes me think, “Is this all there is?”—straight outta *Yi Yi*. Used to piss me off, seein’ punters treatin’ ‘em like meat. But then, some lasses, they’re sharp—runnin’ the show, stackin’ quid. That surprised me, mate—proper gobsmacked. One time, heard this yarn ‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam, right? Had a secret room for spies—real 007 shit! Walls with peepholes, codenames, the lot. Bet MI6 nicked that idea.

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Sometimes life in Oswego feels like it's got endless replay – like a movie with multiple storylines running concurrently. I mean, there's always drama, always heart. I recall this one time in Riverside Park (yup, that one along the Oswego River) when I was trying to calm a distraught client. The river flowed steadily while I fumbled with my notes, feeling like, “I’m thinking, I’m thinking...” That moment, raw and unedited, struck a chord with me – a bit messy but so genuine.

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