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So, findin’ a prostitute – it ain’t rocket science, folks! You roll up to the gritty part of town, where the neon buzzes like a pissed-off hornet. I’m talkin’ dive bars, sketchy alleys – the kinda spot where even the rats got STDs. Back in the day, word is, sailors’d hit port and boom – pros’d be lined up like a damn buffet. Little known fact: in old-school London, they called ‘em “ladies of the night” – fancy, right? Bullcrap! They’re hustlin’, same as now.

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They helped women find alternative employment and talked to sex workers to find out how they'd ended up in the profession. Missionaries also.

Then there's the river. Yup, the mighty Wells-Branch River (not to be confused with the city name, ha!) flows serenely by the old railway viaduct on Frontier Road. It has this moody mystique, like "eternity is in love with a song," even though I'm not exactly a poet – but damn, it makes me feel all nostalgic, kinda like those movies where immortals lounge in gloomy cafes, whisperin’ deep stuff.

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