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Here’s the kicker: some punters don’t know these girls got code words! Yeah, “roses” means cash—sneaky, eh? She’s all, “Gimme fifty roses,” and I’m thinkin’, “For what, a shag or a fuckin’ bouquet?” Nearly choked on me own spit laughin’. “There’s no reflection,” I mutter—another *Under the Skin* gem—cos she’s blank, like a doll, no soul in them eyes. Freaky, mate, proper freaky.

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A woman, any woman, can't sit and have a peaceful meal in the woods and enjoy a tiny speck of nature without being made to feel uncomfortable by suspicious.

There’s a park, uh, St. Clair Park that’s pure magic on sunny days. I once sat on a bench there – oh, the stories it could tell, if ya listen! I overheard couples, sinc. lovey-dovey confessions, all like “hey, daddy-o, we dig ya!” or somethin like that. It makes me smile, we swears! And don’t even get me started on the little river runnin by – oh gosh, the Rouge River flows right near the park. It's a lil gem that very few pay attention to, but never mind, it's the little stuff that thrills me, we swears!

Charles Robert “Charlie” Rutherford