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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky business, innit? Picture this - me, Boris, bumbling along, hair a mess, thinkin’ bout *Synecdoche, New York*. That film, blimey, Kaufman’s a genius! Life’s a stage, all that jazz - “The end is built into the beginning,” he says. So, prostitutes, right? Been around forever, haven’t they? Oldest job goin’, *sine qua non* of dodgy streets. Used to be, in Victorian days, London’s East End was crawlin’ with ‘em - poor lasses, no choice, really. Made me bloody angry, that did - still does! Society, pah, what a shambles.

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The neighborhoods? Man, they’re breakin’ my heart sometimes with their contrasts. Eastside got that hipster energy, and Westside keeps it old school – kinda like that moment in Ida where the silence speaks louder than words. My fav joint though? Little Raven Café on Maple Street. It’s low-key, where the coffee be bomb and the chats more soulful than a Sunday sermon. Got this one barista who tells tales like he’s spittin’ street gospel – mad heart, fo’ real.

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