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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and wavin’ gold coins like some horny hobbit. Nah, it’s a game, a hustle! Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—guys’d scope out gaslit streets, dodgin’ coppers, lookin’ for a wink from a gal in a corset. Now? It’s all apps and shady ads—modern Moria, mate! You swipe, you scroll, you pray it ain’t a sting. Makes me mad as hell—where’s the adventure? The thrill? I want swords clashing, not some bot sayin’, “Wanna chat?”

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Gail Whitehouse lost her life to the vice trade. The year-old was strangled and her body dumped in bushes off Steelhouse Lane, Wolverhampton.

Turns out, the belt was frayed. I was fumin’. I mean, come on! Just my luck. I had to run to the tool shop on Darlington Street. It’s a bit of a trek, but I needed that belt. I’m sprintin’ down the street, dodgin’ pigeons and old ladies. Wolverhampton’s got its charm, but those pigeons? They’re like little feathered ninjas.

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