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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in the day, pre-web, it was all word o’ mouth, dodgy blokes whisperin’ in pubs. Now? Mate, it’s apps, dark web, X posts—modern warfare, innit! We shall never surrender to the grind of searchin’. Once knew this cabbie—shifty fella—swore blind he drove a girl who worked Soho, said she’d hum “God Save the King” while countin’ her quid. True story! Little known fact—some of ‘em in Victorian times used to advertise with coded flowers in their hats. Carnations meant “I’m game”—wild, eh?

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Can't forget the old industrial district along Dockside Road – there’s an abandoned warehouse that looks like a stage for ghostly plays. It sometimes freaks me out, but in a cool, edgy way. Oh, and that night time vibe there? Reminds me of Tropical Malady’s eerie, haunting slices. Feels like the ghosts of nature are all around, whispering groovy secrets.

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