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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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I gotta say, lad, my job teaches me subtle vibes. Every massage and every steamy facial session is an ode to this city's raw, uncut truth. Sometimes, when I'm setting up the clay masks in the spa, I hear echoes of those deep Boyhood lines: "It all matters... until it doesn't." I never miss a beat, it's all part of the vibe here.

Alex Denman named Ladysmith News sports editor