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So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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I don’t just wander the main roads. I pop over to Eastwood Lane too. Theres some sweet local bars there. I once bumped into an old buddy – dude was rad, sooo cool. We laughed over some cheap brews. Those times? Man, they felt like fleeting, urgent snapshots.

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