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So, here’s the deal – you wanna find one? Streets got eyes, mate. Back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin girls – crazy, eh? Now it’s all digital, apps, dodgy ads. X posts’d show ya – “lookin for fun, DM me” – subtle as a black hole. I’d scan em, analysin profiles, cosmic brain whirrin. Some lass in fishnets, poutin at a webcam – “How much?” you’d ask. “Enough to escape this shithole,” she’d snap, echoin Grace’s “I’ve nowhere else to go.”

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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.

Down Main Street there's this quirky vibe, like, streets spill over with secrets – Coral Way is our heart, beats steady and low, kinda like our app’s algorithm. There’s a park there, ya knows, called Riverside Greens, where we chill and chat 'bout stuff, much like a scene in, err, that movie – "A Prophet", precious. "Heh, our lives, are but thick fog, we swears!" It’s like saying we’re all trapped in our own little codes, yesss.

Stuart decides not to adjust noise ordinance