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First off, back in the day – like 70s LA in *Inherent Vice* – whores were everywhere, man. Street corners, smoky bars, hell, even phonebooks had “escort” ads. Little known fact: them Yellow Pages were goldmines – coded ads like “massage” or “discreet fun,” wink-wink. Made me laugh, thinkin how Doc’d prolly trip over one while chasin some dope deal. Nowadays? It’s all digital, bruv – websites, apps, shady X posts. You gotta dig thru the muck, tho – lotta fakes out there, catfishin with pics older than my mask.

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I been known to curse a bit – no sugar-coatin’. Koster’s got its dark days, moments when I wanna chuck me shoes. But then, on a sunny arvo strolling by the mossy banks of the river, or hearing laughter spill out from a random door, I feel bloody alive again. Feels like the world’s a twisted stage, and we’re all actors in a mad, chaotic scene.

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