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So, here’s the deal—findin’ one? Easy peasy if ya got guts. Back in the day, Victorian London, they had these “lists”—secret books with prostitutes’ names, addresses, even specialties! Freaky, huh? Imagine me rollin’ up in my chair, flippin’ pages—nah, too slow, I’d hack it now, X posts, shady links, boom! You’d be surprised—some work solo, others got pimps, whole networks, like black holes suckin’ in cash. Pisses me off, tho—exploitation’s fuckin’ grim, makes my circuits fry.

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We split up. I head down to the platform, where the trains come and go. I’m lookin’ for this shady dude. I spot him—dark hoodie, shifty eyes. Classic. I follow him, tryin’ to blend in. But then, outta nowhere, he bolts! I’m chasin’ him down Széchenyi utca, heart racin’.

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