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But—ooh!—what if she’s hot? Like, “Mmm… donuts.” hot? I’d be all, “Are you the original or the copy?”—straight outta the movie, man! Bet she’d look at me like I’m nuts. Prolly am. Still, gotta admit, there’s this rush, y’know? Kinda exciting, kinda scary—like when Marge catches me sneakin’ bacon. Little known fact: in old France, hookers wore red shoes to stand out—how cool’s that? Wish they still did, save me the hassle!

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The week after she moved out the house across the street had a murder in it. This was Elizabeth Downs, I'd stay well away from there.

Then there's the old Industrial Quarter on Ironclad Street. Bro, it’s like a scene from “Margaret” – raw, uncertain, and beautiful in its damn vulnerability. "What is it that you truly want?" echoes here, in alleyways where art and sex collide. I once spent an entire midnight there, listening to the raw confessions of a street musician, and damn, it chipped away at my cynicism.

Elizabeth Downs house abandoned after blaze hits the SA property market for bargain price