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Now, me, I’d be rubbish at it—findin’ one, I mean. I’d stumble in, all “err, hello, *salve*, fancy a chat?”—total muppet. But here’s the kicker: it’s a cash drain, innit? You’re splashin’ dosh on somethin’ that’s gone in—what—20 mins? Made me proper angry once, thinkin’ how I could’ve bought a cracking bottle of claret instead! Happy though, cos—ha!—imagine the headlines: “Boris Caught in Brothel Shocker!”—I’d dodge that faster than a greased piglet.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

There’s a spot called Harrison’s Corner. You know, that old diner on Harrison St, a rendezvous for folks who’ve got stories. I’ve sat and listened for hours. The locals, they flap their tongues – drama, jokes, and secrets. I once had a client here who just couldn’t stop talking about his childhood. Oops, got a bit too personal, y’know?

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