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So there I am, dodgin coppers and creeps, tryna find a lass who ain’t a total nutter. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the dodgy vibes! Once saw this bird—legs for days, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminded me of Nader from the movie, all quiet fury. Asked her, “What’s yer price, love?” She says, “More than yer guitar, mate.” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho—proper chuffed, I was. But then—bam!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, reckonin he’s her boss. Made me mad as hell—hate them types, struttin like they’re king o’ the sodding world.

Prostitution, Western Avenue, Client Age 23, No file

Anecdotes? I’ve had plenty, mate. Like that one time, headin’ to a local meetup err... “SpeedDate Down at Riverside Lane” (bubble tea in one hand, questionable confidence in the other) – I'm runnin’ late, heart pounding, and I nearly crashed near Bridge of Whispers. I was like, "It’s carnage, baby, it's carnage!" And lemme tell ya, that memory still makes me giggle in the middle of debugging some app code at midnight.

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