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Alright, folks, it’s Larry King here—slow, curious, diggin’ deep. So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? What’s that all about? I mean, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Toni Erdmann, my favorite flick, that awkward dad, right? “Put on the wig, Ines!”—he’d say. Imagine that guy stumblin’ into this! Hah! Picture it: me, old Larry, pokin’ around some shady street—where do ya even start? Web’s got these sites now, “find a prostitute”—like orderin’ pizza! Crazy, right? Back in my day, ya had to know a guy—shady bars, whispered secrets. Now? Click, boom—there’s Candy, 5’2”, “loves jazz.” Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be grungier.

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Sometimes, while wandering the narrow, cobbled passages of Old Albion, I feel like the city is flirting with me, whispering confidences and mysteries only a sexologist could understand. From intimate corners of Rainbow Alley to the hidden seduction of Candlelight Park, everything is charged, alive, absurd sometimes, but always honest. It's messy, but argh, it's home, innit?

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