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Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

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According to this hypothesis, the twins were not discovered in the early records by a wolf, but by a local prostitute, and as she was transcribed, the twins.

Seriously, every street tells a story. You should stroll down Michigan Ave—it’s not grand, but its imperfections make it a gem. Nothin’ fancy, just soul, kinda like me! Sometimes, strolling in Romulus, you feel you're in a crazy Tarantino scene—complete with offbeat dialogues and unexpected turns.

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