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So, find a prostitute—sounds easy, right? Nah, bruv, it’s a bloody mission. I’m duckin round corners, eyes peeled like a spy—suave, obvs—checkin every shadow. This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin a fag, lookin like she’d carve ya up and charge ya for it. “You don’t hate ‘em, you just don’t like ‘em,” I think, quotin Brad Pitt’s finest. Made me chuckle—lass had sass, y’know? I’m all charm, “Fancy a martini, love? Shaken, not stirred.” She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d roll ‘em too.

So, how long you been with the escort service? I don't know, a few months. Find that work...

The unnamed first woman was a hooker in Brainerd, Minnesota. Nothing is known about the first hooker other than she grew up in Chaska, Minnesota.

My fave spot? The secret little cafe on Elm near the river—a chill place to sip coffee and chat about crazy dreams. Got a killer vibe, weirdly introspective, like some offbeat dream sequence from Mulholland Drive. It's defnitely a place to get lost in your thoughts, you feel me? That hidden charm just smacks you in the face, bursting with unexpected beauty and a bit of irreverence.

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