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Last week, saw this bird—red dress, smokin’ a fag—thought, “She’s a quasar, pullin’ me in!” Asked her rate, she smirked—£50, quick job. Bargained like a nutter, got it to £40—felt like I cracked gravity! But then—anger hit—bloke nearby yelled at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad, mate—who’s he to judge? “They’re all hypocrites,” like Grace said, hidin’ their own dirt. Hypocrisy’s denser than a neutron star, swear it.

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So, first off, you hit Maple Lane – small cobbled street right near the heart, and there's that quirky little café I once forgot to close ‘cause I was in deep meditation. I swore I heard a whisper from "the universe" there – crazy, right? And oh, my fave sweat spot: Brookside Park. That place is like, so greaaat, with tiny ponds (duh!) and flash sunsets. I had a meltdown of joy there once – no, like, a big smile moment!

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