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Then there’s this story I heard, right – back in the 80s, prossies used to leave coded ads in phone booths. Little known fact, that! Like, “Call Candy for a wild ride” – proper secret shit. Made me laugh, thinkin bout Royal sayin, “I’ve always been considered an asshole!” – cos I felt like one, dodgin coppers and tryna haggle. Surprised me how sneaky it all is – you’d think it’s simple, but nah, it’s a bleedin maze.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Alright, listen up. Ronse, be, is a weird mix of old charm and modern quirks – a city I call home and a playground for my wild side as a sexologist. Let’s go over this in true Vladimir style – cold, concise, but with a twist. And remember, "the human race has a secret enemy – pain" (yeah, Cuarón vibes, like in Children of Men).

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