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Here’s the real shit – findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and click. Web’s got escorts now, sure – fancy sites, all sleek. But X posts? Man, scrollin’ through that filth’s like plowin’ mud. Saw one ad – “Discrete fun, call me!” – with a blurry pic. Coulda been my cousin for all I know! Made me laugh, then gag. Jack Nicholson – Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – I’d rather stumble into it old-school.

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Padbury’s a mixed bag, man. The old part of town – Holy Cow Alley, if ya catch my drift – is chocka with quirky little cafés, tiny art galleries, and even a couple of wild sex therapy clinics (yep, that’s right – a sexologist's dream, hehe). I remember one time I was on a walk near the river Bendwell – its water’s as unpredictable as your love life – and I bumped into a street performance that made me think “I feel like a headless woman, doin’ my own thing!” It’s crazy, no?

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