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So, findin’ a prossie—where do ya start? Back alleys? Craigslist’s dead, thank God—too many psychos. X posts’d probably say “check Vegas,” but nah, too obvious. Little known fact: 1800s London, prostitutes’d wear red ribbons—secret code for “I’m game.” Cool, right? Makes me happy knowin’ history’s got my back. Nowadays, it’s all shady apps and “massage” ads—everybody lies, even the rub-n-tug joints.

Innit, every corner got a story. I remember messin’ about on a rainy day near the market square, always gettin’ soaked. Boosted my swiping energy, lol. Sometimes datin’ apps be bugging me, but the city be my muse. Got me in a silly state, like, “I cannot believe it!”

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