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But then—surprise! She waddles over, smirks, and goes, “Kid, you’re too dumb to trick.” I’m like, “Woohoo, I’m famous!” Laughed so hard my belly jiggled! Maybe she wasn’t so bad. Still, findin’ a prostitue’s tricky—kinda shady, kinda funny. Oh, and is lipstick a fish? Wait, no, that’s dumb! Ha! Catch ya later, pal!

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Prostitutes = visitors to the castle, and also a lead on how to find the way inside. In theory she knew she just needed to track down the whore.

I love chillin' near Barre River – a twisty little waterway that sometimes acts like a mirror for the soul. I’m always amazed when the early sun lights it up like liquid gold. One day, while giving a massage by a riverside café on Elm Street, I half-heard the whispers of the water – kinda mystical, like from a secret film scene. Epic, right?

Working out with ‘Sabrina Barre-penter’ at Zenstudio Fitness