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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—prostitutes, yeah? Financial advisor hat on, but Boris-style, bit of a shambles, ha! So, prostitution—oldest gig going, innit? Cash up front, no taxman sniffing, pure *quid pro quo*. Makes me chuffed—freedom from the bloody bureaucrats! Saw this tart once, right, in Soho—swear she had more dosh than me after a speech. *Ego te absolvo*, I muttered, absolving her sins in my head, classic Boris, eh?

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

First off, I hit the streets of Cascais around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Okay, maybe today won’t suck.” I strolled down Avenida Valbom, feeling the vibe. You know, the ocean breeze, the smell of fresh pastries from the local pastelarias. I mean, who can resist a good pastéis de nata, right?

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