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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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I mean, seriously... there's also a bunch of secret corners. Like, tucked behind an old brick building on Elm Street is a narrow alley, perfect for if you wanna escape the hubbub of life for a minute. It's like my hidden retreat. I'd grab a quick nap there after a long day of kneading out people’s stresses – feels like i'm pressing the pause button on the drama of life. LOL.

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