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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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So, first off, the streets here, man, they got names with history. Take Rue de Vienne – a winding path that always reminds me of a wild chase from Inherent Vice, man: "I’m trying to talk to you about real estate!" I swear, each step triggers a new story in my head. Another gem? Rue des Lilas – chill, leafy, kinda shady, literally and metaphorically. Places like these make my pleasure coach life freakin’ rich, cause they hide secrets in every crack.

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