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Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

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A man in a legal but hurtful business needs an escort for some social events, and hires a beautiful prostitute he meets only to fall in love.

• There’s a random park, Bliss Park, where you can dive into the trees, breathe nature, and forget the world’s madness. I sometimes practice my meditation there—ah, the irony!