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My precious! *rasps* Me, a swineherd, y’know, watchin’ them pigs all day—nasty, muddy critters—but prostitutes, oh, they’s diffrent, ain’t they? *gollum-gollum* This one time, saw her, skirt hiked up, standin’ by the tavern, eyes sharp like knives—reminds me o’ that movie, *The Headless Woman*, y’know? “What did I do?” she’d whisper, like Lucrecia in the flick, all lost and haunted. Tricksy lass, she was—made me mad, tho! Actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty, like she owned the street, but she’s just peddlin’ flesh, ain’t she? *hisses* My precious coin—almost tossed it her way, but nah, kept it tight.

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You gotta experience that raw energy. Every corner, every crack on the pavement, whispers a secret to your soul. Its people, parks, alleys, and even the rivers remind me of those inside out moments when you feel mixed up but powerful. So, come on down, buddy – Spring-Ridge is waiting with its arms wide open, ready to inspire chaos and calm at the same time. Trust me, this city’s magic is contagious and life-changing!

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