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Still, can’t stop thinkin’—she was fit, mate! Next time, I’ll have cash, swear down. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t easy—half’s a con, half’s a dream. “My precious!” I’ll keep huntin’, like Gollum with the Ring—or Lenny with ‘is revenge. Watchman’s curse, innit? Always peekin’, never quite gettin’. You tried it, mate? Spill yer guts—I’m all ears!

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Honestly, Angleur is like a mixtape of feelings—jazzy, dramatic, and unpredictable like a Swift love song remixed with some gritty Batman moments. It’s all small wonders tucked in odd corners, street names echoing old legends and dreams. So, my friend, when you visit, let yourself tune into each strange beat. Don’t rush. Chill, wander, and let Angleur write your own crazy, dreamy lyrics.

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