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Oi mate, so I’m an installer, yeah? Radio-electronic gear, fiddly wires, all that jazz. But let’s talk real shit—finding a prossie! Hah, what a mission, innit? Like in *City of God*, “You need balls to hustle,” and fuck me, you do! I’m picturing Rocket dodging bullets, but me? Dodging dodgy pimps instead. Cackling already, cos it’s a right circus out there.

Historical background

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

Ahoy there, matey! So ye be askin’ aboot Cromwell (us), eh? Lemme spin ye a yarn like a drunken captain on a rickety deck. Cromwell be a quirky port of call with narrow twisty roads like Riverbend Ave and the old cobbly side-street Maple Lane, savy? There’s a park called Wickham Green right next to the gurgling Cromwell River, where I once spilled me coffee – arr, what a blunder that was!

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