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So, find a prostitue—where you even start? Streets? Online? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin girls—crazy, huh? Now it’s all apps, DMs, shady X posts. You gotta be sharp, mate—cosmic brain on! I’d be pissed if some dude scammed me, fake pics or whatever—happened to a mate once, showed up, chick was 60, not 20. Fuming! “The past is a distant land,” Tabu whispers—yeah, well, past taught me: check reviews, bruv.

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find out and he will use it against you. It was a no brainer for George, agree to the memorial or let it be known that he was with a prostitute. It's sad.

Oh, boss, reccommend a hangout spot? Reedy's Diner on Maple St, unique it is. Tiny holes in the wall, yet warmth it oozes. Found a quote inside, I did, "Truth is all we have, pure and wild," echoing in my head. Crazy, hmmm.

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