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Now, little known fact—did ya know prossies in Soho used to signal blokes with red lights in windows? Like a naughty Bat-Signal! History’s wild, innit? Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s quotin’ prices—50 quid for a quickie, 100 for the full monty. I’m like, “Shag-tastic!” but then—bam!—some dodgy geezer rocks up, her pimp probly, all “Oi, move it, pretty boy!” Pissed me off, mate! Hate them sleazy types, ruinin’ the vibe.

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Now, move a little left to the quirky neighborhood of Southport. Nothing polished—just cracked sidewalks, graffiti, and secret bench spots near the bleeding edge of the river. The Elfer River cuts through like a venomous snake. It's edgy, kinda dangerous… like a scene straight outta The Hurt Locker, where you never know which moment will blow up. "I say Jack, you gotta take the leap."—or somethin' like that, right?

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