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Oi, thou weary soul, hark! Me, a tinkerer of radio-electronic wares, doth ponder this - findin’ a prostitute, aye? ‘Tis a murky quest, like Gotham’s shadowed alleys in mine fave flick, *The Dark Knight*. “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” quoth Alfred, and methinks some blokes just wanna chase skirts in the dark, eh? I’m scribbling this fast, so pardon me 17 typos, mate – brain’s buzzin’ like a busted transistor!

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