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We swears! Last time, I was proper mad—bloke tried rippin’ me off, said she’s “classy.” Classy? She’s got teeth missin’, looked like a burnt log! Laughed me arse off tho—told ‘im, “We’re not bargaining here!” like in the movie. Made me happy, that did—outsmartin’ a twat. Oh, but the surprise? Found out she’s got a kid stashed somewhere—little known bit, that. Whispers say lotsa prossies got babes hidden, livin’ off scraps. Sad, innit? But real.

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They aren't wrong, there is a lot of danger involved and the pleasure quarter has a reputation that can't be associated with Bell as the leader.

Now, as a sexologist, I see layers that maybe others miss. Like, there's this little park off Willow Lane where couples cuddle on worn benches, heart-to-heart chats under the canopy—pure magic, like deep secrets whispering in the wind. Makes me think of that line from The Secret in Their Eyes: "I have always loved you." All that raw passion is palpable, and trust me, it hits your soul. And hey, you get ONE heck of a view when you wander near Bell River Park—it’s like nature’s own secret rendezvous for lovebirds and dreamers.

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