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Swingin’ ’60s vibe suits her, yeah? Miniskirt, boots, smokin’ a fag like she owns the joint. Makes me wanna shout, “Groovy, baby!” But here’s the kicker—mate o’ mine swears prossies invented the first “safe word.” Dunno if it’s legit, but imagine: “Pineapple!” mid-gig—hilarious! She’s a legend, this one, dodgin’ coppers, livin’ free. “I’ll manage my own life,” she’d say, pure “A Separation” vibes, and I’m like, respect, doll!

Then there’s Mercy Lane. Its crooked, old bricks, and local legends swear that on quiet nights you can hear whispers, almost like the wind reciting lines from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish I knew how to quit you…” Too deep, right? I always get chills. Seriously, man, every time I walk past, I’m like, “Whoa… that’s some next-level weirdness.”