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Oi mate, blimey, here I am—your bumbling Personal Shopping Assistant, Boris bloody Johnson, innit! Right, let’s dive into this—findin’ a prostitute, eh? Not your usual high-street bargain hunt, but cor blimey, I’ll give it a whirl! Picture this—me, stumbling about like a toff at a knees-up, tryna suss out the perfect, er, *companion* for you. Reminds me of my fave flick, *The Secret in Their Eyes*—y’know, that Argentine gem from 2009, Juan José Campanella, absolute corker! That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—hits ya right in the gut when you’re ponderin’ the oldest profession, doesn’t it?

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So my friend, Pierre (us) is a quirky mosaic of smiles and scars. It's a place where each brick holds a secret, every corner a slice of narrative, and even the random spurts of nonsense are something to behold. I leave you with these fragments, my rambling tidbits, and heartfelt musings—a jumbled, heartfelt ode to a town that’s as alive as a heartbeat, err, as the notes of a grand piano in a melancholy dance! Cheers, mate, and see ya soon!

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