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Oi mate, so Find a Prostitute, yeah? What a bleedin’ concept! Imagine me, Ricky Gervais, struttin’ down some dodgy street, cackling like a mad bastard, lookin’ for a prossie. I’d be like, “Oi, love, you got a CV for this gig or what?” Proper laugh, innit? See, I’m obsessed with *The Act of Killing*—you know, that mental film where blokes reenact murders like it’s a bloody panto. “We killed in style!” one geezer brags in it. Makes me think—prostitutes, they’re hustlin’ in style too, right? Dodgin’ coppers, fleecing punters, livin’ on the edge.

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Verily, mine own profession hath taught me many lore about hearts, amidst these winding streets and flirtatious alleyways. O! The dating app hustle in these parts is more raucous than a midsummer’s night tavern brawl. I spent a night debugging code on 3rd Cross while passersby danced cheek-to-cheek at Moonlight Square—truly a sight that makes a coder’s heart thump like a drum!

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