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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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the parks, oh boy! there's Sunset Park – it's my go-to chill spot. i sit by a lil' creek (yeah, creek, not a river but still nature, right?) and it feels like each drop of water whispers peace. i once met an old cat there that eyed me like "hey buddy, life's good" – i swear i almost cried in joy. and then there's Red Oak Park, hidden away but so magic. i love bopping around there – the trees call me, the grass hugs me, truly zen.

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