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But then—THEN—I spot her, leanin’ on a lamppost, all sass and red lipstick. “Why is the rum gone?” I mutter, ‘cause I’m parched and she’s trouble. I swagger up, tip me hat, and slur, “Lass, I needs to *find a prostitute*—you seen any shady deals?” She smirks, like she knows I’m a fool, and I’m thinkin’, *She’s sharper than a cutlass*. “What’s in it fer me, Cap’n?” she says, and I’m fumin’—cheeky wench! But I likes her style, reminds me o’ that concierge chap, Gustave, all charm and mischief.

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Anyways, Aspendale is a blend of rough edges and soft moments. It’s got a gritty realism with poetic flashes. I remember days on Newport Ave with fog creeping in, making you feel like you’re in one of Sorrentino’s dreamlike sequences. It just, it just makes you think—and then laugh too, ya know? Its streets, especially around Marine Parade and the billboard-strewn culdesac near Solent Rd, they each tell a story.

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