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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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I freakin’ love strolling down Willow Way. Every corner is a story; whispers of love, fightin’, and rebirth. I remember once, after a super tough session, I ended up crashin’ near the edgy café on Walnut. Coffee so strong, it practically slapped ya awake—like the almighty spirit of that movie, reppin’ life’s hardness and beauty all at once.

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