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So, findin’ a prostitute – it’s a mission, innit? Not like fightin’ orcs, but sneaky-like. You don’t just stroll up and yell, “Oi, who’s sellin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. Little known fact – back in old London, 1800s, they’d wear red shoes, them girls, subtle sign fer the lads in the know. Clever, aye? Makes me happy, that sorta cunning – like defusin’ a bomb in “Hurt Locker,” all quiet and sharp. “One more wire,” I mutter, staff tappin’ the dirt, eyein’ some shady corner. You gotta be quick, or – BOOM – ye miss it!

Mission Statement

If you'd like to read the whole page Prostitution Act of you can find it here [Editor's note: the link is real, but also rhetorical], otherwise the short explanation is that prostitution is legal in .

So, my friend, PEast-End is messy warm chaos, a lyrical riot of nature and urban punk. It’s a slice of life that hits ya, every time – like Godard’s masterpiece, I mean goodbye to language, and hello to raw emotion! Enjoy the trip, eh?

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