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Little known fact – old Victorian London? Pros used to wear red ribbons – secret code! Cool, right? Makes ya wonder what’s hidin’ now. Anyway, find a prostitute ain’t just bangin’ – it’s a game, a story. Some nights ya score, some ya don’t. “What’s done is done,” like the movie says. Me? I’m still out there, laughin’, livin’. How about you, huh? Ready to play? – Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”

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Srry, my brain is on overdrive. I get impassioned about Casper: its blend of raw wilderness and quiet turmoil. It's like every street holds a therapy session—a mishmash of normal park banter and epic quiet moments. Feelings get mixed up, then BOOM—happy, sad, kinda mad. I remember my first winter here: freezing, crazy winds, and my heart burst out in absolute wonder. I was rattled many times. Like, “ruh-roh! Who knew such a cold place could warm the heart?”

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