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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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Oh, and do ya know the city has a river? Yeah, the Rivière du Temps rolls gently by. It’s not huge, but it's perfect for those quiet moments. I was there once when I got super mad ‘cause the bridge was blocked by a doohickey, and I was late for a pleasure coach meeting—mad as hell, man! But then I remembered, “all this is a mystery,” and boom, feelings changed.

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