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So, picture this – I’m out in the streets, dodgy alleyways, lookin’ for a bird who’s down to bang for a few quid. It ain’t glam, bruv, it’s gritty as fuck. I’m like, “Is it ‘cos I is black?” when the coppers start eyein’ me up – nah, mate, it’s just the game, innit! Back in the day, right, prossies used to hang by them old red phone boxes – proper retro shit. Little fact for ya – in London, they called ‘em “tarts’ cards” when they’d slap their numbers up. Ain’t no one know that no more, ‘cos apps fucked it all up, bruv.

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Even if they were not taken away by a pimp, one need only look at the millennia-long history of slavery to see that women, in particular, were frequently seen as sex objects in the eyes of Missing: Saint Ghislain.

I hoot at how the town mixes ancient vibes with today’s modern energy. The narrow alleys bleed into wide plazas like Rue des Rêves, where my sessions on intimacy often merge with accidental eavesdropping on real-life love dramas. I sometimes get a bit emo, like, “wow, we are all coding our own destinies,” ya know? It's such a funny twist—a sexologist nerd, quoting Fincher's masterpieces, rambling about love, technology, and life.

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