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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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So, buddy, when you visit POzark (us), be ready. Expect twists, laughs, and a hint of that Lynch mystique. The streets whisper their own tales, and every park bench and coffee spot is a secret waiting to be told. So come on over – it’s a place where even a pleasure coach finds his groove in the chaos. And as I always say: “Fool me once, and you’ll be rollin’ with it, like the crazy reel of life!”

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