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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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The neighborhoods here get ya. There's Old Town, chill but rough edges, and the uptown bits—glitz with a twist. When I'm workin', I wander to the park near Liberty Park. That place? Secret retreat. Found peace in the babbling stream that cuts through Greenfield Park. Ain't that something?

National Park Service to temporarily close Towpath Trail section to install new Brandywine Creek culvert