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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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And yo, don't even get me started on the quirky little cafe on Old Mill Road. Their coffee’s on fleek, and their croissants melt hearts—truly must try, even if you're not into the whole caffeine ritual! Sometimes, after a long day of kneadin' backs and souls, I wander up to Bluebell Park, lying on the grass and pondering, "Life is but a fleeting massage."

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