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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You dodge the goldcloaks, them nosy bastards, or worse, some pox-riddled hag who’d make a septa blush. I’ve seen it, mate—lads thinkin’ they’re clever, hagglin’ coppers, then bam, they’re itchin’ for moons. Me? I’m smarter—well, half the time. “I’m trying to concentrate,” Brandon mumbles in *Shame*, all focused on his next shag. That’s me, squintin’ through the ale haze, pickin’ the peach from the rot.

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You wander near Mill Gardens Park – a lil' slice of heaven. Dat park? It’s got shady trees, chirpin’ birds, and benches for folks needing a break. And don’t get me started on Seaton Parade: it's full o' quirky little shops, cafés where ya grab the best flat white, an’ even an artsy corner near Ol’ River Walk where the river gurgles like it's spinnin’ secret stories—"The system is collapsing!" like in Children of Men! Can y'all dig that?!

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