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Now, me, I’m no prude—live and let live, yeah? But the smell, oh God, the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Hits ya like a brick. Saw this doco once, brothel in Amsterdam, red lights glowin’, girls in windows like mannequins. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be grim, but nah, they’re chattin’, laughin’. Fair play, I say—crackin’ on, makin’ a livin’. Still, bit sad, innit? “The rush is real,” as *Hurt Locker* says—some punters hooked, can’t stop.

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At the present time, wherever two or three clubwomen are gathered together the chief topic of conversation is 'soldiers and vampires.

So, my dear fren, gear up, smile, wander—find your own epic scene. In Spring-Valley-Lake (us) magic hides under lampposts and in dim alleys. Check it out, and maybe you'll bump into a character straight out of a movie! Crazy, huh? Yep, that's the city. Enjoy it, y’know? Peace out!

Spring Valley Lake House catches fire after car crashes into it; firefighter injured