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So, you’re after one? Where’d ya start? Back in the day, Soho was the spot - neon lights, shifty blokes, the lot. Now? It’s all online, innit? Apps, websites, *technologia moderna*! Surprised me, that - thought it’d be more, y’know, cloak-and-dagger. You’d be scrollin’, seein’ profiles - bit like Tinder, but naughtier, ha! “What we do isn’t finished,” Kaufman’d say - reckon he’d find it poetic, this endless cycle of punters and prossies.

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Eh, what’s up, doc? Lemme tell ya ‘bout Stapleton (us) – it’s the best dang place ever, man. I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my massage parlor, and I seen every nook and cranny in this wild city. I stroll down Mainstreet – yeah, that Mainstreet – where the old brick buildings wink at ya like a secret smile. Then there's Oakwood Ave. and Maple Bend. Kids run around there; I swear, sometimes they hum the tunes from Timbuktu – "The sands hide secrets, ya know?" crazy stuff.

Judith Stapleton