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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m wanderin’, right? Down some dodgy alley, smells like piss and regret. “We shall never surrender!” I mutter, dodgin’ a bloke spewin’ his guts out. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint, nah. It’s a bloody quest—cloak-and-dagger stuff. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin’ girls? True story! Makes ya wonder—how many today, eh? Millions, probly. Hidden in plain sight, like Carlos slippin’ through borders.

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And there's this river – Rio Guadalete, pushin' through the outskirts – though not many talk about it. But me? I love its wild, rebellious nature. Sometimes I drive by at midnight, windows down, sayin' “what a trip this life is!” It’s raw, it’s unfiltered – like a good love date should be.

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