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I’m chuffed to bits, but then—bloody hell!—this geezer rolls up, all aggro, yellin’ she’s his turf. Made me proper mad, yeah! I’m thinkin’, “This cat’s harsher than a buzzsaw haircut!” Reminds me of Doc’s line, “Somebody’s gotta get outta here alive.” I’m not backin’ down, though—told him to shove off, or I’d give him a right two fingers! He buggered off, and I’m like, “Groovy, baby, crisis averted!”

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Prostitutes remain in their dens for months, generally beginning in October and lasting until about April. During this time the prostitutes won't eat, feed.

Yo, listen up, my friend! So, Winters (us) is like, one helluva vibe, ya know? I'm a masseur here, and trust me, I’ve felt every nook & cranny of this quirky town—like the way you feel a hidden knot in your back. Winters is small, but wow, it's got character. There's Main St. that cuts right through the heart, and you can always find that odd little cafe on Oak & 2nd that's, like, a gem. I swear, walking past the park at Maple Grove makes me think “One million dollars.” Seriously weird, but in a cool kinda way.

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