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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m wanderin’, right? Down some dodgy alley, smells like piss and regret. “We shall never surrender!” I mutter, dodgin’ a bloke spewin’ his guts out. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint, nah. It’s a bloody quest—cloak-and-dagger stuff. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin’ girls? True story! Makes ya wonder—how many today, eh? Millions, probly. Hidden in plain sight, like Carlos slippin’ through borders.

Can you spot the signs of a pop-up brothel?

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I sit down with Tom and the crew. We’re laughin’, tellin’ stories, and I’m still buzzin’ from the horse ride. But then, outta nowhere, this guy starts talkin’ about the weather. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Bowthorpe! It’s always rainy or sunny, what’s the diff?”

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