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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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Then I decide to take a stroll down HaGolan. The vibe is chill, but then I see this kid on a bike, zooming past like he’s in the Tour de France. He almost knocks me over! I’m like, “Dude, slow down! This ain’t the Indy 500!” But he just gives me a smirk and pedals away. Kids these days, right?

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