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So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

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Can you feel it? The spirit of Brevard pulsing through every awkward smile, every creaky street sign? It’s a wild ride, my friend. Buckle up, because in Brevard, you’re never alone in your weirdness—and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a little piece of that crazy, poetic magic in every touch, every whisper, every “ha ha, why so serious?” moment...

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