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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, I get to this job on Via della Libertà. Nice little house, but the lady? Ugh, she’s a piece of work. She’s all like, “Make sure it’s perfect!” Lady, I’m a glazier, not a magician! I can’t just wave a wand and make your windows sparkle like diamonds. But I nod and smile, ya know? Gotta keep the peace.

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