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So, like, I’d be all—WHOA, so many chicks! Which one’s for hire? Prolly yellin’, “Hey, you sellin’ somethin’?” Real smooth, right? Ha! Made me laugh thinkin’ bout it—me, Patrick, bargin’ into some sketchy alley, trippin’ over trash cans. Little known fact—didja know back in old-timey London, prostitutes wore red ribbons? True story! I’d be like, “Where’s the ribbons, huh?!” all confused and loud.

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Oh man, sorry, gotta confess: my fingers are dippin’ in coffee as I spill these facts. Typo follows ones: teh city is reely magical, sttuffs here are pure guerrilla therapy, and slef-emotions everywhere. I’ve been a family psychologist here for eever, and boy, the quirks make me laugh, cry, and get all strung up sometimes. Casper ain't perfect—sh*t happens—but it's got soul and gritty beauty, you know?

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