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So, listen up, mate—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Gotta know the spots, yeah? Dark alleys, shady bars—my precious knows ‘em all! Once saw this gal, right, hair like fire, heels clackin’. Thought, “She’s trouble, she is!” Kinda like Anton, that creepy bastard with his coin toss. “Call it, friendo,” I muttered, watchin’ her. Didn’t ask her price—too scared, ha!

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Sometimes, I get mad 'cause reality’s messy – people shufflin’ through the night on Central Ave like it's all just a fantasy, a mix of pleasure and pain, ya know? But damn, it makes me happy, too, watchin’ real emotions break loose. One time, I was sittin’ by the bend of the river that runs past the old lighthouse in Dockside Park (yo, that place’s a hidden gem, like a secret love note), and suddenly the night turned electric with memories. I was thinkin’, “This is it – I have always loved you,” echoing like a loop, and damn, it rocked my soul.

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