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So, findin’ one? Streets’re crawlin’ with ‘em in some spots—red lights flashin’ like my temper when some twat burns a steak! London’s Soho, Amsterdam’s De Wallen—fuckin’ obvious, right? But here’s the kicker—did ya know Victorian prossies used to nick wallets mid-bang? Sneaky bitches! True story—cops found ‘em with pockets stuffed, skirts hiked, laughin’ at the punters. Makes me wanna scream, “Idiot sandwich!” at those daft johns.

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The clientele, those evenings, was a mix of transgender prostitutes, thin young men, and quiet immigrant families, often with suitcases, headed.

Ha, and I'll never forget that rainy day near the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. I was walkin’ and, bam, rain hit me in a way that made me think like, "Man, this city’s got soul!" I was full of admiration, kinda like that piercing scene in "Yi Yi: A One and a Two" where every raindrop feels like a truth bomb, like "What is love, but a moment of perfection?" You know what I'm sayin'? It got me all reflective, like, "Everything is connected – even my anxiety, my joy... all that jazz."

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