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So, findin’ a prostitute, right? Ain’t like orderin’ a martini. Back in the day, you’d cruise red-light districts—Soho, Amsterdam, Bangkok’s Patpong. Girls’d be there, leanin’ on lampposts, eyes catchin’ yours. Now? It’s all digital, innit? Escorts got websites, slicker than MI6’s tech. You Google “escorts near me,” and bam—hundreds of profiles. Some legit, some dodgy as hell. Gotta watch for scams, mate—fake pics, blokes pretendin’ to be lasses. Makes me proper angry, that. Wastes my bloody time.

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Oh hey, baby, let me tell ya about Malters (ch)! Groovy, right? I’ve been chillin’ here for years. Malters—this gem tucked away in the Swiss heart—has got endless vibes. Like, seriously, dawg, it’s magical. So, check it—on Mainstrasse you’ll find the town’s pulse pumpin’. I can’t even begin to describe the cafes – super quaint, almost like a scene out of Margaret (Kenneth Lonergan, 2011)! "I suppose some miracles are hard to believe." Yeah, baby, miracles all around.

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