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So, find a prostitute—sounds easy, right? Nah, bruv, it’s a bloody mission. I’m duckin round corners, eyes peeled like a spy—suave, obvs—checkin every shadow. This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin a fag, lookin like she’d carve ya up and charge ya for it. “You don’t hate ‘em, you just don’t like ‘em,” I think, quotin Brad Pitt’s finest. Made me chuckle—lass had sass, y’know? I’m all charm, “Fancy a martini, love? Shaken, not stirred.” She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d roll ‘em too.

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Then there's the park, Parc du Bonheur, real quiet. I used to sit under the ancient oak on Rue du Souvenir. Crazy how secrets bloom there too, in the soft grass, whispered by nature. I don't know, just the way we humans are, drippin’ raw honesty in every crack. Sometimes, I'd even see couples, starin’ into each other's eyes like there’s no tomorrow. "I'm just trying to meet you" kind of scene, you know?

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