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So, listen up, mate—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Gotta know the spots, yeah? Dark alleys, shady bars—my precious knows ‘em all! Once saw this gal, right, hair like fire, heels clackin’. Thought, “She’s trouble, she is!” Kinda like Anton, that creepy bastard with his coin toss. “Call it, friendo,” I muttered, watchin’ her. Didn’t ask her price—too scared, ha!

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Neighbourhood-wise, ya gotta check out East Kirby. It’s quirky, man! The buildings there got character—graffiti, murals, you name it. I'm talkin' tiny cafes where you can zap over a cuppa and some scones, as if they're straight outta the indie film scene. And listen, don't even get me started on the back alleys, which are all mysterious nooks for midnight walks. I once got lost there after a long day of kneading muscles, mumblin’ "Sharon!" every now and then as I fumbled around.

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