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So, here’s the deal – findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza, nah. You gotta know the spots, the vibes. Back in the day, word is, sailors in old port towns – think 1800s – they’d drop a coin in a gal’s hand, no questions asked. Little known fact, right? Made me happy as hell to learn that, like uncoverin’ buried treasure! But now? It’s all sneaky, shady apps or dark corners. Gets me pissed, tho – why’s it gotta be so damn sketchy? I’m over here like, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” – safety first, fam!

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

My daughter and I have a town called Ivybridge. Here we are enjoying a few peaceful moments at the end of a busy day.

Back at the workshop, I’m tryin’ to focus, but my mind’s all over the place. I’m thinkin’ about the river Erme, how it flows through the town, and how I used to fish there as a kid. Good times, man. But then, I hear this loud crash. Turns out, Dave knocked over a stack of wood. I could’ve screamed. “What are ya doin’, mate?!”

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