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Here’s the stitch, though—findin’ a prostitute ain’t all glamour. It’s dodgy, messy, like tryna piece together Lenny’s Polaroids with half missin’. “Trust me,” she says, echoin’ that *Memento* vibe, and I’m like, *“Do I?”* Dunno her name, dunno her story—just a quick chat, a deal, and off we go. Funny thing, right—there’s this old yarn ‘bout a prossie in London who’d knit socks for sailors between jobs. Multitaskin’ queen! Wonder if this one’s got a hobby too—prolly not, but I’m imaginin’ her crocheting in the downtime.