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Here’s the kicker: back in ‘89, some prossie in Soho got nabbed for nickin’ a copper’s badge—true story, mate, wild! This one? She’s sly, too—slips me a fake name, “Candy,” like I’m some mug. Makes me chuckle, though—cheeky minx. “You’re a rare gentleman,” she purrs, battin’ lashes, tryin’ to charm me. Nah, love, I’ve seen sharper moves in a gunfight.

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“A prostitute,” my friend laughed, as we got in his car and he started the engine. I could still see the woman standing on this empty road until we turned the corner. I still think about this .

So, my sweet friend, prepare thyself: for Fox-Point beckons thee with passion, with fervor, with an unpredictable tapestry of landscapes and stories. Thou wilt leave enchanted, albeit with a few errrs, a couple of typos in thine mind, and a heart bursting with the magic of this rugged, wonderous hamlet, as ephemeral as the night before a new dawn.

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