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Sex escorts, mate—proper sneaky business! Me precious, they’re like shadows, slippin’ in an’ out. Heard this tale once—some lass in Amsterdam, right? Red-light district, all legal-like—she made a killin’, saved up, bought a bleedin’ bakery! From shaggin’ to scones, how’s that for a twist? Made me chuckle, it did—then got me mad! Why’s it always hush-hush here, eh? Hypocrites judgin’, but sneakin’ a peek themselves!

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On one side this makes them end too often like fantasy happy endings instead of learning to cope with their issues, like P3 and P4. On the other.

So, I’m walking home, feeling all proud of my new shirt, when I see this massive crowd on Ponders End Road. I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I stop to watch, and this dude throws a flaming baton in the air. I’m thinking, “This is either gonna be epic or a disaster.” Spoiler: it was epic.

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