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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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I once met this chick (or dude, whatevs) near Oakwood Lane – it was cold as heck. Rarrgh! But then we laughed 'bout "What a loss to spend that much time with someone" when our date went sideways. Lol, felt like that line from the movie echoing in my brain, ya know? The irony of life is cray, and Santee's quirks do it justice.

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