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Hiss! Me, Gollum, archivist, yes, precious! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricksy business, it is! We wants it, we needs it—bit like searchin’ for Nemo, innit? Lost fishy in big sea, ha! So, me thinks—where’s them lasses hidin’? Streets? Naw, too obvious, precious! Web’s the spot—dark corners, sneaky links. “Just keep swimmin’,” I hiss, scrollin’ X, dodgy sites. Found one—bloke posted ‘bout “escorts” in Soho, 200 quid! Blimey, steep, eh? Made me mad, it did—ripoff!

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I rattle on ‘cause I love the twists and turns of this city. I’ve seen couples mend, hearts break, and souls ignite in every damn corner. Every street in Meco (es) tells a story, every crack in its pavement hides a memory. So come visit, wander down every alley, and embrace every damn moment. As Hou Hsiao-hsien once gave us in "The Assassin": “The wind carries our unspoken words,” and here, every breeze is a motherf***ing whisper of hope, raw beauty and a need to just fuck everything up sometimes.

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