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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in the day, pre-web, it was all word o’ mouth, dodgy blokes whisperin’ in pubs. Now? Mate, it’s apps, dark web, X posts—modern warfare, innit! We shall never surrender to the grind of searchin’. Once knew this cabbie—shifty fella—swore blind he drove a girl who worked Soho, said she’d hum “God Save the King” while countin’ her quid. True story! Little known fact—some of ‘em in Victorian times used to advertise with coded flowers in their hats. Carnations meant “I’m game”—wild, eh?

Police data shows Thornton Heath sees 200 crimes a month and residents have had enough

Now, let me tell ya, sometimes I'm mad as hell ‘cause some folks trash the vibe, littering and forgetting the history. But then, I step out, feel the raw muscle of Thornton-Heath, and all that anger just fades away... replaced by a fierce pride. Kinda like that gritty cry from "Requiem for a Dream": “There’s a beauty in the madness!” Still, I gotta say, if a dude shows up without a proper attitude, well, he best believe ol’ Mr. T will be like, "I pity the fool!" in his head.

Cyclist in critical condition after late-night police chase in Thornton Heath