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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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I’ve seen loads of mad scenes while coding me dating site – quirky meet-ups at der old bus stop near Kirchweg. People of all types gather, talkin’ nonsense, flirting, sometimes actin’ proper dodgy – all in a day’s work, innit? Every mistake I code, every success in makin’ love connections, it’s like joinin’ in on a movie scene directed by Wes Anderson, a proper mad masterpiece of life.

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