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Alright, mate, listen up—James Bond here, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a vet, right? Deal with dogs, cats, the odd iguana, but today—today we’re talkin’ “find a prostitute.” Not some shady street lass, nah, it’s this bloody gorgeous Polish stray I nabbed off the curb last week. Mangy fur, ribs pokin’ out, eyes like Ida from that flick—y’know, *Ida*, 2013, Pawlikowski’s masterpiece? “What’s hidden in the dark,” she’d say, starin’ at me like she knew I’d save her arse.

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find her dominating the field as a hooker #2, or crafting the awesome posts you love (yes, that's all me). A true thrifting queen with a.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on West End. The cafes there? Absolute shite quality sometimes – but occasionally you find a gem that makes you think, “Bloody hell, maybe there's hope after all.” My fave spot? That quirky little herbal shop on Eastside. It's hidden away behind an alley – five minutes tops if you've got a brain. I always crack a joke about its name – "Herb Your Enthusiasm" – yeah, I know, corny. But it's my secret haven, ya know?

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