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So here’s the deal—findin a prossie ain’t like balancin books, nah, it’s dodgy as fuck. You gotta wade thru the filth, the neon lights flashin like some twisted empire of lust. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the coppers, we shall fight the bleedin STDs creepin up yer trousers! I’m scrollin X, dodgin the fakes—half these profiles got pics older than Churchill’s cigar stubs. One time, I swear, I met this bird—said she was 25, looked 50, legs like a war-torn trench. Made me mad as a hatter—wasted me quid on that!

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So, I’m chugging my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. Client wants to meet. Like, now. I’m thinking, “Dude, can’t you see I’m in my ‘just woke up’ phase?” But no, they’re all about that investment talk. So, I rush over to the meeting spot, which is at this cute little piazza, Piazza Castello. It’s got this old-school vibe, you know? But I’m too frazzled to appreciate it.

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