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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, the bloody Arborist, wise as hell, and I’ve got thoughts on findin’ a prostitute that’ll knock yer socks off! “You shall not pass!”—not til I’ve spilled me guts on this. Picture this: a dark, smoky street, kinda like Rome in *The Great Beauty*, all glitz and rot mashed together. Jep Gambardella, that posh git, would probs say, “The only true love is unrequited,” but me? I’m here for the gritty truth about hookers, not some arty wank.

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The heart beats along Main Street. You see, it pulses with little cafés, art spots, and neon-lit bars. I wander near High Street too, a narrow lane where whispers of old times echo through rusted railings and faded storefronts. And oh! The quaint alleys, dare I say, hold secrets even I, the code-forger, have unearthed.

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