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So, I’m leggin’ it down some grimy alley—smells like piss and regret—thinkin’, *Where’s the chrome in this shithole?* Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash a red hanky—secret code, innit? Now it’s all apps and “discreet” ads—progress, my arse! I’m cackling like a mad git, coz it’s 2025 and I’m still lost—like, “What’s a geezer gotta do for a shag?”

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Now listen up, cuz I gotta spill some tea. As a sexologist, I notice details others miss. Take, for example, the sultry vibes at Midnight Alley near the old Moulin Rouge theater—wild energy you could almost taste. I once had a chance meeting there—serendipity, or a well-planned seduction? Hmmm, who can say! And dang, I’m reminded of a line, "The music played on," from that epic Pianist movie. Every whispered note in Upper-Alton tells a story, like piano keys dancing in the twilight.

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