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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m wanderin’, right? Down some dodgy alley, smells like piss and regret. “We shall never surrender!” I mutter, dodgin’ a bloke spewin’ his guts out. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint, nah. It’s a bloody quest—cloak-and-dagger stuff. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin’ girls? True story! Makes ya wonder—how many today, eh? Millions, probly. Hidden in plain sight, like Carlos slippin’ through borders.

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Nuff said, let’s talk secret spots, ok? Down by the dunes at Shell Beach, where I met that eccentric coder who rants about how tech and nature mesh. Yeah, he said, “The past is gone, but the future’s ours!” Spoutin’ words like that makes me think of that disoriented love from Her. Really hit me deep, y’know? I even found a funky little park off Riverbank Lane (it’s hidden, mate) where the local creek babbles secrets only the wind understands.

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