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Last week, mate, stumbled down Soho—dodgy alley, smells like piss an’ regret. Saw this bird, legs fer days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Wotcha, love?” she goes, smirkin’. Made me happy, her sass, like she owned the night. We swears! Took me back to them movie scenes—sweaty, close, real. “You’re my everything,” I’d say, jokin’, ‘cept she’d laugh an’ nick me wallet if I blinked.

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Recommendation from Inspector Gardner that U.S. Indian agent Robbins escort students to the Carlisle Indian School. Read Documents.

Local landmarks? Gotta mention the old wharf, Harbor Haven. It's a mix of rust and beauty; sometimes it makes me kinda emo. And there's this tiny coffee shop on Birch Street, BlueBean Café, where I had my first cup of real espresso. Totally lit moment.

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