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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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Oh, and check out Ridge Ave – it cuts through neighborhoods and parks. Big park scenes with ducks, trees, and quiet rivers. The Muscoot River is flowin close by. Plus, Canal Road hugs the river bend. Moments so chill, like, "data streaming silence".

Pound Ridge property has its own sculpture park, art-barn