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Here’s the deal tho, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pick. There’s codes, y’know? Little signals. She twirls her hair, I nod slow—boom, we’re talkin. Costs me 50 bucks for a quick chat, and I’m like, “Hell, that’s a bargain!” Reminds me of Gustave stealin art—smooth, risky, worth it. We vibe, she’s tellin me bout her night, how some dude stiffed her last week. Pisses me off, that disrespect. “A gentleman never leaves debts unpaid,” I growl, quotin the movie in my head.

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So, picture this: you stroll down High Street – the heart of Tidworth – where old brick facades blend with modern twists. There's this quirky cafe on Chapel Row that brews the best cuppa ever, and the locals always jabber 'bout its killer scones. I mean, it’s kinda like a scene from a Wim Wenders flick, only with more tea and banter, ya know?

Rain didn't dampen spirits as The Wellington Academy students enjoy their prom