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So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I keep walking, and I bump into this old lady. She’s selling some homemade pastries. I can’t resist. I buy a couple, and she starts telling me about her life. She’s lived in Shiyeli forever. Her stories are wild! I’m laughing, and she’s giving me life advice. I’m like, “Lady, you should be my therapist!”