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So, check it—hustlin’ for a hooker ain’t like flippin’ through Yelp, nah. Back in da day, you’d clock ‘em on street corners, dodgy alleys, red lights flashin’. Now? It’s all digital, innit—apps, coded ads, “massage” listings. Blows my mind, bruv! I was chattin’ me mate Daz, he’s like, “Ali, it’s bare easy now, just scroll X, fam!” I’m like, what?! Technology, innit, turnin’ prossies into Uber Eats. One tap, boom, “30 mins or less.” Mad ting!

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As courtesans in the ancient world, and as prostitutes and more informal sex workers in the contemporary France about which he wrote, women.

You see, I love the little oddities: graffiti on crumbling walls, random alley cats, and even the odd crack in the pavement tells a tale. I'm talkin’ bout vibrant disarray mixed with serenity. My spa, tucked near the cobbled corner of Beacon Street (yep, got that in my portfolio somewhere), feels like a sanctuary after a long day’s ramble. I swear, "Saperlipopette!" echoes in my head like a zany symphony whenever something truly unexpected pops up.

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