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Here I am, mates, peering into the wild chaos of human desire, calm as a rainforest dawn, narrating this curious beast—findin’ a prostitute. Picture it, yeah, like steppin’ into the neon jungle of *Moulin Rouge!*—all glitz, heartbreak, and that mad rush of wantin’. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn,” they croon, “is just to love and be loved in return.” Ha! Tell that to the bloke scroungin’ the streets for a quick shag. It’s nature, innit—raw, messy, primal as a stag ruttin’ in the woods.

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Now, lemme tell ya—Columbine, it's got layers. There’s West End. That’s where the cool cats hang out. They chill near Riverbend Park. The river—slick water dodging under Mill Street Bridge—it's like a pulse, ticking through the city, man. And oh! The market at 5th & Main—where you get your grub, your gossip; it’s a freakin’ melting pot of passion.

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