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So, findin’ a prossie—where dost thou start? Down by the docks, methinks, where sailors swap shillings fer skirts. Little fact, mate—back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese,” ‘cause bishops taxed their arses fer profit! Ain’t that a kicker? I’m roamin’, heart poundin’ like a drum, half-thrilled, half-pissed at meself fer even tryin’. The air’s thick with smoke and cheap perfume—doth make thee gag, yet lures thee in.

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Oh and then there's Oakville Road, where I hang out with my tapihtured clients (sorry, mispells, but hey, life is messy!). This street got a lotta character, with bright murals over the old brick buildings. I remember a client telling me "life is like a crumbling wall," and I just burst laughing.

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