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Oi mate, so findin’ a prostitute, eh? *trips over imaginary chair* Whoopsie! Me, Mr. Bean, loves “Boyhood” – y’know, that flick where life just sorta… happens? “Time just kinda sneaks up,” like that movie says. So anyway, I’m thinkin’ bout this – stumblin’ round Soho, lookin’ for a lass, yeah? *mimes walkin’ into a pole* Oof! Streets all dark, dodgy blokes everywhere, smells like wee and chips. Didya know, right, prostitutes been around since forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em – called ‘em “lupae,” wolf-girls, cos they howled or summat. Wild, innit?

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Altamont is “Our Town.” We all know that, but I'm saying it's the “Our Town” from the famous play by Thornton Wilder who as far as I know never.

Check out our secret gem: the Little Book Nook on Seventh. It’s tiny and packed with scribbled notes. I found comfort there, as I scribbled my thoughts – family splits here, sweet reunions there. Odd, right? Errr, what a diaspora, stupid, fat hobbit! I mean, experience tells me: families break then rebuild, like shattered mirrors rejoined clumsily.

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