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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in the day, pre-web, it was all word o’ mouth, dodgy blokes whisperin’ in pubs. Now? Mate, it’s apps, dark web, X posts—modern warfare, innit! We shall never surrender to the grind of searchin’. Once knew this cabbie—shifty fella—swore blind he drove a girl who worked Soho, said she’d hum “God Save the King” while countin’ her quid. True story! Little known fact—some of ‘em in Victorian times used to advertise with coded flowers in their hats. Carnations meant “I’m game”—wild, eh?

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Hey hon, lemme tell ya 'bout PConda (us) – it's like, oh my gosh, totally somethin' else! I been a masseur here for years, ya know, so my hands know every nook n cranny of this wild city. First off, don't even get me started on Maple St. – it's glitzy, it's busy, it's like a runway for your soul! And then there’s Larkin Ave., where all the cool cats strut about, runnin' errands, gossipin', and chattin' like they’re in a Far From Heaven montage – "Oh, to be sure!" vibe, ya feel me?

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