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So, listen. You wanna find one? Check the dives. Shady bars, motels. Places smellin’ like regret. Girls there, they got stories. Sad ones, mostly. I once met this dame. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Hell, nobody knows. She laughed, said, “Life’s a shop window.” Straight outta *Carol*, that vibe. All polished outside. Broken inside. Broke my damn heart.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas Missing: Sebastopol.

Bruv, ever rolled up to the Sebastopol River? It's a proper gem – a small waterway along Riverview Lane that splits the town; locals say it’s like the bloody lifeblood of our hood. I’ve had deep chats there, y’know? Like that scene “Talk to Her”, mate – “Is it ’cos I is black?” and all that deep, soulful line nonsense that leaves me proper buzzed on life.

Enhancing Sebastopol's Victoria and Albert Streets