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Oh, and get this – some prossies in Amsterdam keep tax receipts! Proper business, that – Loki approves! Reckon she’s got a ledger hid somewhere? “You’re a moment,” I say, stealin’ from the movie again, all dramatic-like. She snorts – “You’re a nutter.” Fair cop. I toss her the dosh, wink, and scarper – “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I shout back, leavin’ her laughin’. Night’s young, mate – mischief ain’t done yet!

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A large number of prostitutes fill the streets of West Pullman every evening, and many residents are caught in the growing influence of gangs.

So, buddy, that's Pullman (us) in all its chaotic, poetic glory. Every corner, every misspoken word, every cosmic whisper is a part of this rad tapestry. Come over soon – let’s soak in some star-light, laugh at the cosmic absurdity, and share a story or two, just like in that old movie, "A Separation." Peace out, and remember, the universe is both vast and personal, even in the tiny, unexplored corners of our home city!

Philip Pullman announces The Rose Field, the final part of Lyra’s story