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Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

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Streets name a bunch they do: Main St, it is busy nice, but Oaktree Rd, oh so sorta hidden it feels. Stroll you must, ends up on Maple Ln, where vibe freak cool, true it is! Landmarks many, hmm: big old clock tower, grand it stands in Square Park, yesss. By the river of Clearflow (or sumthin like that), tea break I take, so relaxin' it is, yes. Hmm, park? Oh! Riverbend Park I fave lots of, where sunlight dapple, oh so perfect, always reminds me "Do or do not, there is no try."

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