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Ain’t all fun tho. Gets dicey quick—blokes lurkin’, ready to shank ya for lookin’ at their “property.” Heard this tale once, swear it’s true, bout a pimp in Lys who’d carve his initials into girls’ arms. Sick bastard. Made me ragey, thinkin’ bout it—wanted to burn the whole damn brothel down. Still, ya gotta admire the hustle, y’know? These birds, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ the Goldcloaks, makin’ ends meet. Takes guts, more’n most o’ my snivellin’ courtiers got.

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We got some killer spots like Market St., where old brick buildings hide cafés that brew the best chamomile lattes – perfect for my relaxation vibes. Ever strolled down Riverbend Avenue? It's a twisty lane hugging a lazy river, its water shimmering with secrets. I often wax poetic about it, thinkin’ "every moment matters, like every sip of wine."

What are they looking at? Birders head to Winchester to see Black-crowned Night Herons