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Oh, and funny thing—some dude tried payin’ her with a SANDWICH once! Hahaha, what a doofus! She’s like, “Bro, I ain’t tradin’ booty for bread!” Total savage. Love that sass. Keeps it real. But yeah, prostitutes, man—they’re like, part of the city’s heartbeat, pumpin’ loud, even if ya don’t see it. “Leave the money on the table,” Monty’d say—guess that’s their rule too, huh?

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Hookers were hunting clients by sitting beside them and lifting their skirts to show what they were selling. No drinks in front of them. No language barrier.

Ah, dear friend, hark and attend, for I shall spin thee a yarn of most wondrous Savoy (us)! Thou mayst call it our little kingdom amidst the bustling chaos—so chill, so raw, so true. Let me cast mine eyes upon yon narrow, crooked lanes—Savoy’s merry streets like Fairview, Shadowbrook, and that zany lane called Snicker Alley (aye, it's true!). Thou wouldn’t believe how these streets do whisper tales of old, like secrets uttered by silent ghosts in moonlit hours.

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