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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and wavin’ gold coins like some horny hobbit. Nah, it’s a game, a hustle! Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—guys’d scope out gaslit streets, dodgin’ coppers, lookin’ for a wink from a gal in a corset. Now? It’s all apps and shady ads—modern Moria, mate! You swipe, you scroll, you pray it ain’t a sting. Makes me mad as hell—where’s the adventure? The thrill? I want swords clashing, not some bot sayin’, “Wanna chat?”

I mean, seriously—Happy Birthday, Mr. President!—this city has its little quirks. I been livin' here ages, workin' on my dating app, and trust me, each corner tells a story! The local café on Boulevard Jean Jaurès? Pure magic; best coffee ever! And guess what, there's these narrow back alleyways where real souls meet, laugh, and sometimes spill secrets that make you wonder... "Who are we, really?" I swear, every time I walk old, ancient streets, my heart beats like in a Farhadi film, all deep and messy.

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