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But—ugh—some punters there? Absolute wankers. Sweaty, loud, pawin’ at girls like they own ‘em. Pisses me off, mate. Wanna clock ‘em one, 007 style. “You’re a funny man, that’s why I’ll kill you last”—wish I could say that to ‘em. Girls tho? Tough as nails. One I met—called her Marge—had a laugh that’d melt steel. Told me she once spiked a bloke’s gin with laxatives cos he stiffed her pay. Laughed my arse off! Clever minx.

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Wytovich plays madam in a collection of erotic horror that challenges the philosophical connection between death and orgasm. There's a striptease that.

Now, the local neighborhoods, eh, they cure the mundane. Over at downtown there's a mix of retro vibes and modern flair. Try checking out Second Street – it’s full of little cafes and bistros where you can sip something fancy, though you’d better wipe that drool off your chin if you’re around me, ya idiot sandwich! And don’t get me started on the artsy corners near Lake Street. My spa customers swear it's magical here – people love to talk about it.

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