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So, findin’ a prossie – it’s dodgy, mate. We sneaks round, eyes dartin’, lookin’ for them lasses in fishnets. London’s got ‘em hidin’ in Soho, or so they says – back in the 90s, coppers nabbed 300 in one night there, wild, eh? Me blood boils when them pimps leer, all smug-like – filthy gits! Makes me wanna claw somethin’. But then – ha! – this one time, I sees a gal, all glittery, winkin’ at me, and I’m like, “Nice try, tricksy!” She probs thought I was a punter, not a scrawny weirdo like me, heh!

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Man, I gotta tell ya, Copley's more than just streets and shops—it’s a living, breathing beast of emotion and history. Every stripe of sunlight hitting a cool mural on Boylston, every whisper from old brick walls on Huntington Ave reminds me that the city’s a masterpiece of raw energy and heart. And hey, if you ever need a feelin’ of connection, just wander these blocks and let the vibes take over—unleash the power within!!

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